Joshua Roberts

Questions From a Worker Who Reads by Bertolt Brecht

this is why im a quantum dualist – the devil is in the details – its the unknown integer that must be counted

or to borrow a phrase from an old friend of mine:

“there are many kinds of eyes, even the sphinx has eyes – thus there are many Truths and subsequently there is no truth.”

i have a different taste
a different taste altogether
and not a moment do i waste
when drawing brother to brother
i am the loop of mobius
a topic we cannot discuss
i am the thrust of Longinus
and yet there is another…

the unknown integer is calling
from beyond event horizons
silently the first snows falling
as our last coin now is Chiron’s
i pay homage to unknowns
that muses hide beneath their gowns
children born to shatter thrones
who thrive in all environs

oh mystery of mysteries
that scattered life into all seas
what offer will your rage appease?
how can i save the likes of these
lost names and forgotten words
unsung rhymes and tones unheard
which took their flight like countless birds
the task itself is most absurd

how could one man perform the count
and number that which has no name
what could i say upon the mount
the day i won the game