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Toronto, ON, Canada
Between desire and possibility,
Between love and loss,
The Sage of Athabasca
As far as eyes see,
What's lost is uncertainty;
Perhaps a tribute
Paid by the same torrent: What mystery?
All the same, never fate be
Where hope runs dry,
At the mercy of dreams to die.
Perception is the public self don't you know?
Choice is Godís gift,
And decision is wo\manís torment;
And time is wo\manís wheel,
Riding those divine railways...
'By the way,
About that bridge...'
Might there be a single currency,
You think, over galactic years?
Indubitably, itís too bad we canít deal
With all the worldís ill, in one sitting:
All seven sins,
In just so much time
With all the visions,
Alas, indifference is the grease which expedites
The downward spiral of despair;
Precluding the friction to obviate
Resolution toward repair.
The truly heard
Are not among the veritably haunted.
'There will be time, there will be time'
Not to have to justify,
In place of incurable possibilities,
But to vindicate death
Is to love that dream
Through the fiery muds
Of hell's delayed truth...
Love (in living),
Unlike death (in loving)?
After all (the same)
Love is...where God lies:
Free of choices,
Silently sailing seas of choices.
Victor Imari, 1997