This difficult poem focuses on one complex metaphor, the tree of knowledge within our assumptions about life. I struggled with this image for hours today, but I like where it took me.
Daniel Christopher June
The Assumed Tree
The Philosophy’s Oak
A Nerve-tree covered in eyes
Each lash an iris –
Rainbow trails upwards
The Bridge to heaven.
Her branches are sciences and arts
Every discipline sprouts from her
Each our minds is a bonsai miniature
Of her square structure.
We bathe our roots on mother’s menses
Stretch wide our brains under lux of language.
We shine our lightning eyes
Through a prism of psychedelic blood
Kaleidoscopic rainbows of metaphors and myths
Are projected upon the clouds
So crown your head and wet your tongue
Upon your daily bathe
Drop of rainbow sud upon your lips
“I the Clean and Glowing One.”
Let the bees brew poison
From the tears of the evil eye
Wild tropes, versus all rude moods
Whose sting is sexual angst of electric guitars
Each eye of wisdom pays this tax
Like glints of gold on ocean
Rhyming waves with sunlit crests
Your blinking couplets hitch to electric angels
Send your best like dust of gold to friends afar
As if you blinked golden coins from your eyes
What is given away in love alone can you keep.
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Perfection
Is
Easy
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