Ode to The Southerly Library
Perfectly still,
I sit thoughtless,
in this Thinking Place.
My mind is blank,
These pages are not,
why is that?
What does ˵A Philosophy on War”,
Have
to do,
with
anything?
Why
can’t these titles of jusitice,
Set
me, and my mind,
free?
The book-edged hallway confronts me,
Asks why I picked,
this empty place.
Totally filled,
Lonely lovely lavish luxury
you are irresistible.
Above behind
And ahead
White.
This book above me, to my right
˵ The Problem is Distraction”
is distracting me!
If you, Ronen, are
˵Representing
the Real” why
doesn’t
it stand and prove itself?
If
there are ˵Ethics
Of
War” why aren’t they
seen?
All
what you have,
All
what you say,
intrigues
me.
I
wish I only,
Knew,
you are between,
what I see.
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