The Renaissance Vision of Man in the Cosmos

    Yacuum is staring at The colour television While the adverts blare Trumpets in the room.   We’re encouraged to try to Envision these spiritual truths: To buy is a good, to have Is true, it soothes you —-   But Yacuum feels the age old Pressure on his temples From an angry FatherContinue reading “The Renaissance Vision of Man in the Cosmos”

Yacuum

    We sat in the cold air for a while, Talking.  As if talk was any good, at this point, In this world, on this day. Talk is no good, he says. Yacuum talks to me and I stare into the sky Thinking that perhaps if I concentrate Hard enough I might Disappear.