Abnormalities of view-foresight,insight,
Second sight and all solecisms of seeing-
- Wole Soyinka
Dispenser of Parodies,
I am your errant child, seeking restitution
from a riddle about origins.
I alone in Egypt am afflicted with the eleventh plague:
a plague of windows. Blasting a hole through the wall,
the old Swede, surely one legacy must beget another.
The world,it worships an atavist god, nothing is new.
Streams of consciousness flowing bring
cockroach figures of humans
living out the rituals of turbulent lifetimes.
From my mounted height I feel I transcend it all,
only I am plagued by windows like
slits in the dark
slits in the dark eye of the sky-god,
drawing blood, not water
slits in the eye of the river-god,
river of blood, not water
slits in the eye of the earth,
yielding paradigms. Spilt oil of mysteries.
A slit on palm fronds, on night leaves,
a slit on the face of time.
Aladdin's magic carpet is made of glass.
I can fly. The genie is a mouse on a desktop
launching-pad, mine the click that opens up windows of the
Vast store houses of knowledge, floating files
Like sailboats on blue waters on a sunny day.
After this pilgrimage of windows, only one thing
is certain. Not cogito, ergo sum. I know. I know.