PYRAMID FALLS DOWN
you call it “objectivity” but
in effect you are torturing the life out of things
yopu scrawl an equation on a board not with a chalkstick
but an icicyle
sending the Universe into grotesque
wave-collapse from sheer exasperation
see: on it way, a telex it is sending courtesy
of an ancient relay system in a neighbourhood spiral galaxy
informing whoever does not deign to lend an ear that
that it has a serious bone to pick with you
and your crew, whole lot, entire bunch of you
who as you stand present
something much akin to a perfect random sample
but enough of this mathematical exposition
let me, in all poetic narcissism, get round
to talking about me
hear me self-mythologize as I concoct a narrative
in which I slew the philosopher who seriously confounded me
skewered me on a dilemma (classic knight fork
if you think chess metaphor), trapped me in a paradox
whose nature seemed to me
to be hoplessly insoluble
Oh, there I was hoping I would grow up
with that kind of mind
the one that is not all too obviously out of place
in the ivied colonades (if they still have them)
of a university
tore a page out of the one that loomed up imperiously
at the top of the beanstalk
thinkers standing on the shoulders of giants but
then the pyramid falls down
