Thursday,
May 28, 1981 11:25 a.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
It
This was the wrong time to lose
it.
I never thought I'd lose it.
I'd court it like a woman on a warm rainy night
I'd sit with it and nurture it and feed it reasons
But lose it, no.
I'm a monolith
A pillar, an honest individual
looking through the bullsh*t with x-ray eyes.
I will change the world
My parents felt it
My religious leaders felt it
My educators realized it.
However, to lose it
must be to find it
To caress it
To hold it again and remember
To escape nostalgia for the truth
It was the wrong time to look for
help
from people.
I knew they couldn't give it
But they could, some of them
Jim and Kevin for sure
And yes, even John can show me
how to laugh again.
So
I'll go back to work
Back to those interminable days
Back to insanity at night
Back to drinking and doping
And "spouting rash philosophies to the wind"
I won't give up
I won't get crumpled
I'll keep "watching the wheels go
round and round"
Cause I know
I have it now
I can't lose it
It's too important
It always has been
This time I won't forget it
I'll take it with me
I'll expound on it and fill it
and expand it
Just like I used to.
IT is my response to my poetical
urges
I can't relive the deaths I haven't
experienced.
I'll even learn to love like
a Renaissance Man
If it is necessary.
I've never been so positive in my
life
About my positivism
People have been able to read me
They do care.
We will all get together someday
and love each other
We're going to find out that's
the only ultimate truth.
I don't need bumperstickers
and media experts to
tell me
what's going on.
Godd**mit
I
Always
Knew.
I just lost it for a while, that's all
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