July 2019
Michael Gessner
mjcg3@aol.com
NOTE: I had been working on my Poe book and my background readings included Blanqui who sought to prove we recur throughout eternity.  This notion had been tumbling around in the back of my head and the following is what occurred.

THE GODS OF BEAUTY ARE BUSY

             
this afternoon in restless gardens
twining the fine hair of girls,
tugging at the spring hearts of boys

under the shade of twisted trees,
busily braiding them as well,
their trunks rooted in antiquity, 

braiding the eternal return
as another season arrives
with spring girls and restless boys.

Now they appear in a foreign park 
perhaps in an unnamed city
and something is coming their way,

something they did not imagine
out of an infinity which continues
to expand so that nothing is repeated.
​© 2019 Michael Gessner
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