First came the word that would not shut up.
It would be happy once, and sad twice, and also scream with excitement.
Then came the clashing of the book and the text of magi.
From here on, as the two mix with one another,
they become the question.
The question can ask, but it cannot hear.
It can want but it cannot receive.
It can work but it cannot succeed.
Would the answer to this question lay within the book? The text of magi? Some distant star? Or perhaps the answer lies one a shore… Infinite grains of sand, and one pearl, which was the answer, as a blind hand snatches sand and falls from a distance…
Magi - the name for the ancient mystics and learned men. Such as the three wise men.
Book of magi? Could be referring to any selection of scrolls, magical texts, holy books etc…
This is a curious poem/prose/thought…the first line was killer…a throw away but it had a certian simple wisdom…obviously borrowing from the bible…but it gave me a mind laugh…at first there was the word and it wouldn’t shut up! Haha!
‘It would be happy once, and sad twice, and also scream with excitement.’
I love this. All those damn words bursting the head with thought and conjecture and analysis and then wild unretrained excitement…
im not sure of the ultimate aim of this piece - if they is one - hell, why should there be! - but it gave a little food for thought.
