Questions prompted by Cleo

Herself went out for an hour with Cleo

and gave me a little uneasy space

to cross examine bits and pieces

and chat myself face to face.

Am I easy to live with or other

what truth in my diary, the entry?

Myopia a mirror of falsehood,

Long sighted; the gaze of a sentry.

Why does a man to keep him alive

consume only that which is dead?

Cold or reheated in cauldron or pot

like Yeats; consumed by the fire in his head.

A combed out braid, a maid unmade,

What consequence being alone?

Logical fear of the future;

Senseless fear of the unknown.

Consistency vital, especially in failure.

Unfamiliar relief of the truth,

Gain by accident is choice lost.

The young; destroyers of youth.

Justice hides herself well,

I've never heard her laughter,

Unseen the moment before

Forgotton, the moment after.

Splendid untouched isolation

like a pearl departed her shell,

still witout suitable setting

a clapper without a bell.

What use an unseen rainbow

What church is built on it's steeple?

are fingers in gloves inside or out,

Which gods pay homage to people?

Once learned, can man forget how to read?

Is ceasing to breathe such a terrible loss?

Are ashes and dust really dead,

petrified trunk suckles lichen and moss.

The loose rope of aquaintence

often becomes a noose

to stretch the neck of man

or strangle the fatted goose.