From the Tower
Insanity is not a want of reason.
It is reason's overgrowth, a calculating kudzu.
Explaining why, in two-ton manifest!, thinkers sally forth
with testaments and pipe bombs. Heaven help us:

spare us all your meaningful designs. Shine
down or shower forth, but for our earthling sakes
ignore all prayers followed by against, or for.
Teach us to bear life's senselessness, and our

own insignificance. Let's call that sanity.
The terrifying prospect isn't some poor
sucker in a La-Z-Boy, inclined to jokes,
remotes, or sweets. It is the busy hermeneut,

so serious he's sour, intent on making meaning of us all ---

and bursting from the tower to the streets.

--- From Upgraded to Serious
Heather McHugh
©2009 Copper Canyon Press
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