The Unreasonable Nature of All Things
by Notty Bumbo, 2015
Nothing breaks without reason,
Large hanks of embroidery thread,
Wound about the arms of warriors
To ward off despair in the face of eternity.
Nothing sings without reason,
Always with the rising sun,
Throats rinsed in the acid of mysteries,
Who stands by the side of the road inspecting clouds?
Nothing curses at the foolishness of reason,
Storms assault the head and feet equally,
Crows laugh at the very mention of war,
What does love promise but the irrational nature of thought?
No one rises against the machine in the grip of reason.
Madness is the favored weapon of the gods,
The beasts thrown against men were not meant to placate,
Only to drive their terror against crumbling walls.
Nothing happens to the spirit that can be defined as reason.
The whip hand whithers in the fires of time,
Slaves rise up, drive down the old gods into their wailing hell,
Eternity threading its needle with invisible lies.
What makes sense is without reason,
An artifact of opinions and defeats.
Tear out the pages, shatter the words:
All our tomorrows are made of unreasonable acts.