A KOKOPELLI TUNE
( © 1999 by Hadan)
Did earth dissolve amid a vanishing cloud's moan?
Or is it I that too distant from where? has flown.
What to call these specks and points in front me?
If not identical to the soil from under thee.
Identity, the master said, is quite positively an equation,
True for all values of its variables, tied to a single abrogation:
Identity, for the very value of its variables, cannot be solved-.
Thence can that, which cannot be solved, be said to have evolved?
Let Gaia and Bagaios no longer be understood;
As long as Orpheus chisels hues of words in wood,
The deaf and blind may yet touch the promise well rounded.
Of what I speak? to whom? and where?
Folly lies in believing not to err!
If it wasn't for gravity, could angels fly?