Apologia for Reading
This truly thought provoking poem by Timi Townsend may take you in a new direction. It goes to your very core.
If my body is to be flung out
in undiscerning clumps of energy
and if it is to become some new chemistry
some fertile bit of old-rot earth
some poison plant in an old man’s yard
some wart enraging the purity of a foreign hand
and if these transformations are to be
exploded at planet’s end
and filtered through time and space of no dimension
and contracted into the smallest particle of a new star’s aureole
if my body
my actions, perceptions, emotions
are to be dissipated so
transformed by one intersection of chance forces colliding
if I am to continue
unknown and unknowing
within innumerable vortices of bodies or vacancy
why should I not
in this present gushing moment
become the brief identity of another’s energy?
Copyright Timi Townsend 1972, 2016. All rights reserved.