With our Friend we build the Ark
with the timber of heavy woes and dread
until with glee into ocean of our cares
does the Ship of Laughter sail,
safe above the sharks
those thoughts that would eat our hearts.
All the universe is held within
the eternity of a gasping laugh,
and the shaking of the belly
is all there ever was.
From the Mirror of Laughter
do the Winds propel us on
to the Destination of Obliteration
of every shred of decor,
for even laughter cannot contain
the folly of what it saw.
Is it my imagination or does this Ark really sway?
Does the control we had at the start begin to ebb away?
But wait, the Captain of ship is no longer at the helm,
the fool is drunk upon the deck
and the anchor was lost long ago.
Then, right before total annihilation
a wave of urgency does arise
from self consciousness of loss of breath.
And we want to stop.
But the mirthful tears of our friend,
the Mirror of Our Laughter,
become feathers tickling at our sides,
bursting sobbing sounds of clapping winds
that lift us far above earth and clouds
to realms of joyous insanity,
where nonsense becomes sense
and caution does not exist.
We taste the salt of freedom that we yearn,
transcend all identity
and limitations of death and all attachment
as we gasp into the atmosphere
of complete self-forgetfulness
and Declaration of the Sublime.
All the Universe is held within
the eternity of a gasping laugh,
and the shaking of the belly
is all there ever was.
By Dr. Arnold P. Nerenberg, Ph.D
Dedicated to my true brother,
Dr. Kamby Arman