Lost poem 214

Watching the chasm
widen
between wisdom
and conformity

Searching within oneself
the bump of Hope
Often, it’s more about
discipline
than ease
And yet
if we believe, even a little
in tomorrow
whether it sings or remains silent
it doesn’t matter
we have to dedicate ourselves to it

Discovering oneself
behind a mask
Strangeness
is a more accurate mirror
than any polished glass

Seeing the clouds
that walls
don’t stop
And wanting to derive from them
a new science
a universal
theology

Looking at the city
and the world
wanting to bless
everything in it
again
out of discipline
more than out of impulse
But we have to, though
since we believe
it is necessary, after all
that faith
and actions
go hand in hand

Seeing the world
like a painting
by Malevich
And to tremble between rushing
flight
and contemplation

Innovate often
but making little progress