Saturday, June 9, 2012

Marx and Rumi in a room with me

Marx and Rumi in a room with me;
easy to see beloved idly
prosthelytizing the economy
or prophesying ends of currency.

I'm loving like Hafiz and I agree
that we all ethically should be the seat
of grace and quiet peace; be humbly
the friend inspiring someone else to sing.

In praise of the wide ocean past the sea,
the apprehended drone beneath the music
suggested by only a triad,

I ring a bell. I am a thing that thought
nothing, was brought beyond the possible
by knowing the fine duty of our love.

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