Utopian mindscape

Sometimes I dream
A poem wherein nothing happens
Nobody dies, no love is rived
A white poem, like a waiting room
Once caught there the thoughts become imponderable
They don’t get stuck in any fetish-idea or view
They don’t stumble over any chip of world seeped from the eyes of the poet

A poem that nobody cries in
Nobody screams
Nobody breaks mirrors
A poem without dried fountains, twilight romances, wine vapours
And other relics
With no splash of blood on the ground of desire

A poem dwelt only by the spirit of truth
And the lyricism of reason

We live for centuries enslaved on the grounds of the feeling
We live in an abattoir of ideas
In a human colony wherein all happiness prescriptions
Recommend the escape from the bondage of reasoning –
This philosophical machine bewitching us, deluding our senses –
“Reasoning never solves anything: it just makes things even more complicated
Turning even the simplest matters into problematic and intricate ones…” the wise men use to say

This poem written only with the sap of pure reason is my utopian mindscape



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