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Nietzsche Backwards & Forwards

 Nietzsche Backwards & Forwards

 

The isolated thoughts are sane for a time

Before they become maddened

The in the world thoughts are wise when they’re new

But eventually jade to vacuity

Life is a balance

Time with the crowd

Time on the mountain

The polyglot’s is a beautiful path

When handled with wisdom’s humility

But you never were very wise, Friedrich

 

You could’ve played your hand

And enjoyed the richness

Bow when you overstep

So would’ve said your loving Dad

 

You WILL sometimes

It’s late perhaps

Love & laugh

Dance Tragedians Birth

Yes perhaps after all

It is early

Our world?

 

& so you write a shopping list

Over the climax of your magnum opus

You’ve always had a sense of humour

I just wish you’d ’ve known

The gifts of Love

You could’ve retired like Van Gogh

You could have been Immortal

& not mere Genius

An arcade game for logicians

You could have shared in human warmth

& amazing stories we could have shared

Reminding the world

That Man’s greatest Highs are transitory…

 

The multicultured dance

Is the wildest test of wit

You alluded to this at times

It is the best mix of climes

You could have flowed tai chi flexibility

To smooth out your peaked acoustics

You could’ve loved

Had you not sought to possess

That most ill-suited to your spirit

And conservative aspect

 

The trills of the thrills

Grow truly Uber

Higher than the Matterhorn

Rejoicing with the Heavens

And your 6 years old Friedrich

Rapturous in Handel

In every child’s nativity barn

Animal and man in arms

Hindu, Buddhist, Muslim, First Nations

As Time is born and melts into dreaming

Waves rise and fall

In Sound and Light and All

Like a Berlin dancefloor

Had you lived to the 20s

You would’ve dropped the act with the Bohos

And a better 50s you would have got medication

& found one more redemptive work in you

You could’ve truly broken through

The wall inside me & you

 

©Malachi Doyle 2021.




 

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