AXIS OF YOUR HEART
ray was an arrow pulling a string of light.
they formed a vast tripod for the sky,
stability dependent upon the many spider legs below.
me, they were rainbows and reflections of gods,
you took a prism, and formed them into components
gave a perception the rest of us had to acknowledge.
the stars' misdirected energies, falling spontaneously,
somehow converging as though funneled into one mind
picture patterns that could not defy your mathematics.
rest of us wondered what authority could be found
using methods that contradict the feeling within us,
by attempting to do that which we knew could not be done.
could you claim to set your
scope on direct course,
the north star, for all its radiant constance,
too diffuse to light the way without magnification?
your heart is attached to the axis of that star,
arms revolving, as do the rest of us,
your mind as stable as the sailor's course.
revolve about that axis in concentric circles,
to be special moons for a vast universe,
disjointedly, pointing a multiplicity of directions.
are left, to abrogate the contradictions
dissolve the solid meanings that possess us
demons of the heart's repressed uttering.
is it you allow the culture to act as a prism,
upon the mechanics of our inner workings,
you the perception we cannot acknowledge?
be warned: the tripod is stabilized at its base
each spinning spoke of the wheel below
they revolve, perhaps meaninglessly, about the axis.
flame too is cast in energy misdirected.
the candle appendages call out your name,
you once again hold out that prism,
focus back to the Dipper's base,
you accept the unexplained acquiescence,
The most fearful of all those previous perceptions?
~~~ by Michael Chaussee