Reverse Gestation

Reverse Gestation

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Cold, a killing cold
is the best defense against aliens. And viruses, bacteria
are our friends.

Perfect rest, perfect motion.
Another autumn, another election.
So aimless and sublime.

Back and forth, forth and back.
Rock and roll, spoon and bowl.
What a symmetry, calculus, trigonometry.

Measurements reduce violence.
Makes sense. Temperature measures change. Time's irreversible.
Change is all that's visible.

Learn the changes, then forget them.
Lost my timepiece, lost my metronome
now my music is ethereal.

Ethereal or dissonant,
the clash that brings you home from winter and starvation's wisdom.
"Unit, corps, God, country!"

© 2020 Robert Ronnow


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Added on March 25, 2015
Last Updated on January 2, 2020
Tags: Aliens, Autumn, Bacteria, Change, Cold, Country, Defense, Forget, Friends, God, Home, Killing, Learn, Lost, Music, Perfect, Rest, Spoon, Starvation, Sublime, Symmetry, Time, Violence, Virus, Winter

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