Bernards, NJ; between Wednesday, September 16th & 18th, 2020:
A lad (or is he a “bloke?”) hopes life can reach a near Utopia. (Version #2 of ‘Dreaming On’ [1]One ‘Starry Night’ Waiting for that ‘New York Minute’ When ‘Everything Can Change’ b/c ‘It’s Better Than Drinking Alone’”
*Dedicated to Dr. Martha Witt, Aime Sanchez, Meagan Morillo, Nathaniel McIntyre, Tiona Harris, Imani Hardaway, William Garcia, Brianna Colmenares, & my wife Ashley O’Connor. *
“Dear creator/creators//arbitrator//arbitrators of reality,
even if I’m naïve to believe in you or y’all, & thus my guess
that you exist– more physically speaking– is a fallacy… (though I literally “hope
to the heavens” that you exist in a more physical state than merely qua
figment of my imagination,” said a rather hopeful lad
(or was he a bloke?)
(& btw, whether this was merely wishful self-talk or indeed we can really
chalk it up to a prayer that some mystical, creative force was listening to,
who knows? I don’t.) …oh, before I proceed, so, Someone
(this Someone is a “real personage”—if you know what I mean– who has
helped me, on occasion, bridge a bit more succinctly from one thought to
another) Someone asked me about my… “whacky” diction (Someone’s
words, not mine) & I replied that I like to put out[1]
beyond my own time & place
for a shot of those spiritual & dreamy surges of near
timelessness
mixed with some imagination. Now, about this bloke, who one idyllic, late
August night, as the light of the stars—both stars as such & Waxing Gibbous
moon they illuminated—mixed with a pleasantly lively wind, (only a pinch
humid) which evoked within him a soul so full of hope that the
universe/multiverse could stretch astonishingly close to near Utopia…
everyone who wanted to be rich could be, everyone who wanted to live
forever could…not
that he wanted heaven on Earth, he still wanted a dash of better or worse,
(for did that not give things their worth?) just not to such an extent that for
some people life is like a curse that brutally hurts such that they scream
while others, at least it seems,
are “living the dream.” Couldn’t we please enjoy life with (for example)
something like
less
extreme
inequity?”
couldn’t we? couldn’t we,
please?
END NOTES:
[1]“4. transitive. Thesaurus » †a. (a) To express in speech or writing, to utter; (b) to vent or give expression to (an emotion) (rare). Obsolete.” ; Oxford English Dictionary
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