After Delmore Schwartz
Lethe and Akasha,
Such intractable opposites
They are not even opposite at all,
More like male and female,
Sovereigns of impassable realms,
One works to hold the meaning
Of everything
As vibration in a glass
Of endless reflection.
They say it's God's punishment
For knowing too much.
The other they say God uses to protect us,
Its elegant hand out in the darkness,
Proferring the first light of play,
To open up
Infinities of laughter
In an endlessly echoing well.
It is clear who God favors.
It's always the poet,
The one who sees nothing,
Who doesn't know how
To exist.
