I’m not sure I know
How to about whether I can
Assert this point’s possible ambiguity
Things upon aging looking back
Ambitions to attain a name
Good job be important get ahead all the way to the top
Mystical experiences recast matters
I recall the litany I told the cabbie
Of failed attainments I felt entitled to by cheated life
Myself a failure disappointment and life half done things undone
Is it mysticism? Workplace satisfaction? Found love?
Olding? That fuels my contentment
The whole question of ambition
Where’d that come from?! How widespread in humanity
Nascent? Acquired? Self-imposed? My grandmother?
My recasting of what I thought were failed attainments
In my age I realize that Swedenborg’s values were inscribed in maturity
For maturity? And where would the world be without ambition in the younger
In my mind I distill a modicum of peak importances
And my failed ambitions fade into a fractured joke
And in my age I now understand Swedenborg’s values as mine
David Fekete 