What We Have Not Yet Understood Because It Still Not Within Our Power Poem by RIC BASTASA

What We Have Not Yet Understood Because It Still Not Within Our Power

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there is a flower that
you did not pick because you did not find it
to your liking

'there is a standard for the picking
there are rules for what beauty is', you tell your friend

the stone is not beautiful
you use it for hitting someone's head
that moron

there is a poem and a non-poem
a combatant and a non-combatant
self-executing and non-self executing
there is a none for
fullness

i have confidence
and soon even in a hundred awakenings i shall prove you wrong

there is a song in
a chant

there is a chant
in a sorrow that is silent

there is always light
in a candle even if
it is not lighted

tastes change, rulers are ousted
the ants become kings
the winds turn to ice to stone to fish

everything is possible
you must watch out, but you shall not reach that point

you do not live that long
like a layer of histories
hidden in a rock
in the lines of
a tree's trunk

there is poetry in narration
there is poetry in chaos

there is beauty in the ugliness of things
in the madness of men there is still a hidden
humanity

there is a song in wood
there is a lesson learned in paths

you just not have the power yet to see all these
there is a tomorrow in the past

there is a story in the blank wall
there is grief in a smile

there is life in the bones of men
there is still an undiscovered law in mass murder

there is at the end
peace in a nuclear destruction.

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