“The Id” by Zsuzsanna Ardo
lash of lightning
tree split to its roots
critters quiver
fear strikes
in the heart of
the dinosaur brain
nothing rational
lives in such deep
primal creases
reflexive behavior
swift action reaction
necessity making it
hostile to thought
here’s where man
and beast share in
a feral neurology
some men disposed
to enjoy it too much
psyche fractured
allured by sheer
weightlessness free
from the burden of
even mere modestly
complex ideas
metaphysical concepts
as foreign as cinders
that blighten the eye
right or wrong
existential
concretely
self-evident
such are the views of
the men who from
time immemorial
shame our humanity
From my book Ephemera
Well expressed
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much appreciated
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That just about sums it all up. Fine work, Paul
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cheers, mike
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I can appreciate this, well done!
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many thanks
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The picture of the Id is another way of speaking your poem. It is amazing what swirls deep within.
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it sometimes seems we know ourselves least
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