1. Their Intellectual Views
Lively conversation picks up
Despite a high wind rising
As the birds call and head inland.
All hands, arms, shoulders, lungs,
Strain to control the uncontrollable
Volume of wind tearing at tents
And whipping the flaps of cabanas.
The twin figures stand, androgynous
Ringed with contrast, hard to tell apart,
One in silhouette against a brilliant sky,
The other bathed in normal daylight
Under approaching thunderstorms.
All humanity must pass between.
No one can shrink from the riddles and
Humor, nervous palaver and inquisition.
They wish to communicate one thought,
“That opposites are the same, death
Is immortality and immortality is death.”
II. Their Dual roles
“We are the only ones we know who
Can be happy at being unhappy and
Unhappy at being happy, or both
Happy and unhappy at the same time.”
“A figure of twins, we are like a boxer
And a horse trainer who whispers.
We take our humanism as seriously
As our fickle fingered points of view.”
“We drive cars, fly planes, race chariots,
Become pilots shot from powerful artillery
From anything driven by heightened blue,
For the nympholeptos reach and beyond. “
“We are the doctors, lawyers, writers,
Broadcast journalists, caffeine cacophony
Of poets, musicians, and horse thieves
All rolled into one unrecognizable dude.”
III. Their Billows Fly You Unafraid
You are the gift of gab itself, the need
To get out among the people and speak.
You are the critic and kibitzer alike,
Both researcher and maker of snap!
You are the cynics squirming in chairs
Mispronouncing the odd phrase in a
Language that you love to butcher,
The clinical sexologist who sends
Edgy postcards from the inner mirror,
Your whirlwind study of humanity.
Tweezing reality clean of all your
Forgiveness, you bring to life a microbe’s
Eye view of dirt, and like an actor
You make clarity an obscene word.
But, because you are hypnotized by
Strange tongues and ancient culture,
Puzzled by love and understanding,
Drawn spellbound into a trance at
The specter of human life-force, and
Because you are stopped by moonlight
Like a cat watching a water spout drip,
Swayed like palm fronds in the wind, and
Because you need constant stimulus
And talk therapy, gossip columns to hold
Your brother-sister universe in place
Above your heads, -- mortals praise you,
Worship all that smart hand-jive, and
Jazz coordination they need to fly along.
IV. Religious Gaps In The Reasoning
You have scoured every book shelf and
Compendium of wisdom to achieve
Your fascinating intelligence quotient
Without trying to judge or convert
Because wit and reason are your soul.
Like a lost spirit borne by the air you
Search for the elusive church of self-
Relevance and cosmic understanding.
You will not rest until you have shared
Your high blown knowledge with all
Who need to be lifted on novel colored
Wings, with feathery enfolding for the
Greater view of all one can ever know.