Let the dog howl at the moon
i hear it
I climb the ladder
through an infinity of darkness
half shaved I’ve nicked my chin
on a moon as sharp as a razor
reminding myself I’m only human
just flesh & blood receeding
I have been driven upwards by ambition
property – money a conflagration
ascended exalted by prayer..
as if words were crumbs from my lips
rung by rung desiring less
passion rendered a dusk of flesh
where am I headed?
Into a vacuum
a philosophy of emptiness/ no rationality
nothingness
there is no future and visions of heaven
as the philosopher said:
“I don’t think of heaven I seek only to make peace
with the void “.*
open arms failing?
just a dog barking
a blackness that cancels of all around and
me…
climbing
upwards away
then gone forever.
.
Malcolm Paul
* Iris Murdoch