Dream Psychology (My Apologies to Freud)
I don’t suppose you could put
The meaning of life in a nutshell
– the meaning of life in a bookshelf, though…
Seems an entirely plausible venture
After all, you can only study human anatomy
Best, in the city of bones
It’s not even tunnel vision, in
Keeping with the fundamentals of physics, when
You focus solely on that, of mice and men
– and what then?
A treatise of biology?
The surgeon, the apprentice, the fallacy?
The third twin, the imposter, a philosopher’s stone
Seen through a golem’s eye, a man made of stone
Lemons and lemonade, defiance
The Bible, the Quran, and Science
The ideal woman, Karl Marx- a feast for crows
The art of war, the centaur, and selected prose
Salome, Wuthering heights, the picture of Dorian grey
The haunting of Alaizebel cray?
-Whose image can I find?
What is the sum of these stories,
The damned recollections of all lost
Nested upon each other, dimensions, ideas
The meaning of life is hidden here, in this
Wooden house of pomegranates
Day Ten! Today’s prompt is to make a poem out of the titles on your bookshelf. My apologies for the higgledy-piggledy write! Got a bit tough, too many textbooks. And nothing about ISC Mathematics is poetic! 😕