“no wind is the king’s wind”
–Ezra Pound
Once again,
you tell me
what my words mean;
not placing words in my mouth,
but taking my words,
reshaping them
to your purposes,
an appropriation of intent.
Content in your beatific vision,
you sit blinded
to the insights of dissent,
the first slow tremble
of the lotus
before the fall.
Be still;
know in this silence
between now
and the damp petals
upon the resurgent ground.
(April 24, 2013)
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