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Friday, 1 February 2019

The Credit Card by Frederick Turner

He wonders how he could have got so free,
How stress and boredom lost their hold on him.
Was it just tricks of neurochemistry,
Was he just drugged by smiling cherubim?

Or was it that he’d simply seen the truth?
And more than seen it, thrown himself that way,
So that the great change had brought back his youth,
And the cloud-curtains parted on Commencement Day–

The cosmos is a chopped-up credit card,
Whose fragments are the dust of galaxies,
Whose code encodes the pattern of each shard,
And guides the shredder, Time’s antitheses:

So he who reads Time’s spinning blade aright
Has found the key unlocking worlds of light.

From: http://www.expansivepoetryonline.com/journal/frederickturnerpoems.html

Date: 2006

By: Frederick Turner (1943- )

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