A Battered Tormented Page
16. Feb. 1995
I dreamt that my world fell apart twice,
The first was the worst,
Pain and crying and absolution of
Was experienced by poor, pathetic me.
The second time was déjà vu
Until I realized
And I remembered
I started to just sit down in the middle of
And I crossed my legs to become a pretzel
And I said, “AhhhhhUhhhhhMmmmmm...” and
Became perpendicular bisections,
Absolution to nothing,
Pleasure to knowin’s and
Not one thing made sense to me,
Nor did it bother me any more.
|And I crossed my legs to become a pretzel|
[Photo by Roza Nuttall 20160410]
Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: A Battered Tormented Page, Original Date: 19950216 – © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1995 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170728.
This poem is about meditation. Ending suffering by taking an inventory and letting go of It all. The pranava is invoked here. Also the realization that suffering and salvation have been here before.
This was written before the author decided to go into the U.S. Army National Guard.