Poem: Prophetic

 

Prophetic

 

such unwanted storms.

i became a weathervane of crossroads,

caught in a quandary of winds, those smiling omens 

which carved me out like a trench.

scorpions in thorns and lilies 

roamed fast, tempting rattlesnakes and addictive begonias.   

underneath such orgies of peril, 

layers of choirs of fossils scraped my 

naked soles with a runesong of whys.

 

i pitied the gods, had stamina to 

wrestle the most implacable of angels.

power and lust lost their darling thrill,

eager to forfeit the illusion of games.

the spell of fixation and dysfunction 

which kept the hungry and the greedy

rolling their stones up and down and around 

and back and forth again on all sides and tops and 

trenches of a cloudy mountain seemed to me 

such a sparse gamut of lack-of-escapes. 

 

my omniscience fleet,

immersed in a sweet flood of bliss,

cherished by a mere nanosecond,

i saw love and beauty and care

in ways whose flaws somehow avoided failure.

i saw pure tears whose glint lit candles as

strong as torches within cavernous paradox--even though  

eras of sages had argued on and on that none of that 

could ever be complete.

it became clear to me, only there and then,

that the rest was mere assemblage:  an unfolding 

of foggy, flighty math across successions of blurry turnstiles: 

so many sad-happy and fickle streams of progeny, 

destined and designed to feed the Before and After--

those twin troubled desperate oceans 

on either flank.

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