a lover of fictional lines -
"I need you"
"I want to be with only you"
the ones you whisper to me in
the moments-
on paper I have to view reality,
relativity, formulas I can put to bed
finding rest in -
quantum mechanics is finally beginning to
find its place in my library
next to Jung's, Psychology of the Unconscious
and Einstein's Universe
seems to always find you
its main character, as if
shaped from some fantasy
of childhood - yet, I refuse to give
you - your own shelf
in my mind -
keeping your
worn binding near, your
pages marked for re-read -
I can not consciously
categorize fiction
or stack it neatly as philosophy
against history, science against religion
so I just push it away -
keeping it to my
secret self
But lately, I have been
waking up at night, sweating, terrified -
dreaming my house is on fire,
flames everywhere - all
my books are burning, I run frantically
for the extinguisher, frozen
- my mind is aflame
with indecision
save what -
my beloved truth or
you.....
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010
