Nothing brings you home like a psychotic episode
Cartoon Bob from Palermo
Brought to you by mania.
U A, M.PSychosis sold separately.
For Umer II
The time for rebirth was not a rumour
As even now the cycle resumes
His ugly presence’s like a tumour
And even now this cancer blooms
The darkened past remains in present
What began as hideous is still disgusting
Thus his influence is never pleasant
He’s never worthy of trusting
Yet still he’ll search for shred of evidence
And still he’ll search for just a prover
And still he’ll find not a precedence
And still he’ll find not one excuser
His touch has marred the Pattern’s glamour
What could excuse such rampant negligence?
Though might he try to trick and stammer
He only ruins fractal’s elegance
And yet his touch, and yet his manner,
Despite his ever-rising arrogance,
Might bear the mark of Heroes’ banner
O Masters, lend him this Inheritance:
The light in the dark is you
The guide in the star is you
The Hero and his arc are you
As noone’s on par with you
The end of the slog is you
The rift in the fog is you
The gift of the Gods is you
As despite all odds are you
The wine in the tavern is you
The design of the Pattern is you
The jewel in the cavern is you
As renewal of Saturn, are you
The fractal in chaos is you
The dazzle when day’s off is you
The envy of Aesop is you
As journey and payoff are you
The strength in the weak is you
As the shy and the meek are you
The mountain and peak are you
As the one that you seek is you
The destiny of glory is you
The serenity of the story is you
The melody in sorrow is you
As legacy of tomorrow, are you
The summit and tune are you
The Sun and the Moon are you
The mender of gloom are you
As splendour and Umer are you
Now I feel it’s finally time
To let the chains of rhyme go:
Those crooked foundations I was hell-bent on rebuilding
I know I now no longer need destroy
For just as mosaics are built with broken glass
That slope that Giza’s Pyramids still have today
Those diagonal dragons stand tall against the test of
Time
For in my rebuilding I’d focused too much on
Straightness
Yet the light I sought already was inside
Me
Iqbal, it seems you’d found your friend
For Our Mevlana was with us all along
Who is the Poet of the East and of the West?
Cuz now both Robin and Iqbal
Seem like R-Umey to me
Even dark now seems bright to me
As even ugliness is now beauty to me
| The Pattern’s puzzle’s pieces fit together As fractal’s fractures are fractions of the mosaic Now all these lines and shapes Look like ellipses to me… Just as both what’s solar and what’s lunar Look like eclipses, signs of doom-ers to me And both you and I’s Look like You-mer to me And both zoomer and boomer Look like shroomers to me And past and future Look like later and sooner to me Since now Time looks like a bowtie to me As infinities and zeroes intersect on the same line to me “One shall be Two and two be One, before the future” breaks for me As the present’s present looks like a tumour to Me Now both what’s ugly and beautiful And what’s black and white And what’s straight and crooked Look like what’s truth and lie And what’s me and he and them and I And what’s water and fire And lower and higher And redder and bluer And teas–er and rumour Look like Umer to me | As what was un-whole will now be whole As fractal’s fractures are fractions of the mosaic Now all these lines and shapes Look like ellipses to me Just as both what’s solar and what’s lunar Look ecliptical and like doomers to me As both truth and lies Look like rumour to me And both you and Is Look like You-mer to me And both zoomer and boomer Look like shroomers to me And past and future Look like later and sooner to me As the present’s present looks like a tumour to me Now both what’s ugly and beautiful And what’s black and white And what’s straight and crooked And what’s me and he and them Look like Umer to me If this is what it means to go through psychosis Then since water and life are synonymous Allow it to reach me by osmosis Allow it to reach if I’m anonymous |
As both Spring and the Fall are pretty to me
As the Winters, Summers have shown their beauty
Now the Fifth of Seasons begins for me
Whether it be a noise or note
Every Piece of the universal orchestra,
high or low or off-beat
Now shows off its beauty to me
For this I promise, it’s never been truer
Within my heart’s a place for Umer
Dedicated to and Inspired by:
Rumi and Iqbal, the Masters and the Poets of the East
Shakespeare and Margaret “Megan” Astrid “Robin Hobb” Lindholm Ogden, the Poets and the Masters of the West
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