Generosity! Is it free of ulterior motive?: A poem 

I know that antiquity can be reinstated now 

It looms like an invisible gift in the present 

You can’t pick out a time for the universe 

It lives entirely without the reality of measure 

Can I feel more real now than a past life? 

Can I even feel the beginnings palpable? 

I suspect that we all have subconscious motives 

like an abacus counting in our instincts 

Did we inherit it from the stars and planets? 

We are all distinct aliens and different humans 

I can feel the softness of the transfixed stars 

And also their crystalline distant hardness 

How do I quantify a substance and qualify illusion? 

There is no line cut between instinct and motive 

We have a ruthless knowledge of such desire 

That generosity is ruled by no kindled warm fire 

But to rule the world or an empire, it aspires 

You can ask the EU why they gave Ukraine 

$160 billion and not $359 billion 

I am not a crane or even rain  

And does the EU have an answer 

to the question of whether it, itself, is Mercury or Cancer!  

And suffice to say the Australian government 

had reason to give that Muslim $2.5 (?) million 

And what would it want to give the many 

grieving Jewish families…a legacy of Palestine?