I perish with wishful recitation
Each word is a trance to
An Audience scattered
In time & space, the last frontier
Of the Theatre of the self
Is to write, the Owner cannot shut
The transaction with Eternity
We are the Drama arisen –
With a solitary acre of purposeful design
Love Maintains her themes in us
And our God is of a General Nature
We obey laws of congruency
A presence of Departed acts
Remains with us like a karmic trace
There is no adequacy in art
Only lessons and beloved topics
Poetry doesn’t have to enact beliefs
But only portray adjusted Dynasties
Nobody is exempt from Change.
Wuji Seshat 