Regression

I have glimpsed only a splinter of heaven.
One only affirms the thought,
the instinct,
the creed,
the
Thing In Itself.

Happy are the bickering pigeon-holers
when they find novelty:
a standard,
a base.
"A"s
don't equal "b"s.

Why not live in a world where nothing matters?
A pleasant, ignorant bliss:
our playground;
our youth;
hour
and minute dead.

SiKee, '94