A-mused my tongue,
my soul, my lips
to recall the bright and battered ships
that sailed beneath the baleful sun
and in the silver mist.
Stumbling thoughts of beauty lost,
the veteran fleet of tempest-tossed
vessels, proud and old.
Oh! So proud.
Oh, so bold!
But sailing on, they are gone.
Mine but a moment
then they are gone
to the Sea.
Boasting, bursting ego,
how you’ve borne and bored me
across the many years.
Wounded by the merest pin-prick.
Sick with shame when others blame
or laugh
at your struts and raves
upon the Stage.
Giving form to a costume worn,
you look at yourself and fleetingly see…
You clown!
You puppet!
Me!
The masses rage and howl about
but here I sit without a sound.
I do not rest.
I do not wait.
There’s nothing I anticipate.
With all their darting to and fro,
I sometimes think they do not Know.
I do not fret.
I do not fuss.
There’s nothing I take serious.
They all cry out and writhe with pain,
addicted to their silly games.
I do not fear.
I do not grieve.
There’s nothing I will not believe.
Oh, to wrest them from their shells!
(But no-one seems to want my help…)
I do not rest.
I do not wait.
There’s nothing I anticipate.
In star-swept darkness filled with light,
a thousand suns are burning bright.
Action into form absorbs
and manifests a fiery orb.
Entropy, vibration slows.
Cooler now, it starts to grow.
Something moves upon it’s face,
the elders of the coming race.
Eons pass and forge the links.
One stands up and lo, it thinks!
Action acts upon itself,
the pieces set, the cards are dealt.
Conflict now, a stage of growth,
wisdom listens to them both.
Here and there, an open I,
into It the free shall fly.
Toss aside the cast off shell
and learn to cast a higher spell.
Nourished by the flame on high,
science fails to question why.
Weak of will and whimsy-tossed,
each is part and nothings lost.
Relative, the shades of worth,
lovers now, their child is Mirth.
Hurtling children of a star,
bloody circus that we are.
Behold the fierce and mighty sun,
the splendor of the only One.
Wide my eyes
with tender lies.
I seek the wild magic in your soul.
Feel it stir and slowly rise
then gently turn to gold.
Hearken…
I will spin a tale of a Stone that is not
as you show me your Heart.
Hidden…
(I see you are me.)
As we race with our face to the Sun,
abandon your soul,
shake off it’s hold!
Cowered in fear of the One
it becomes.
Lowered in death
and the Stranger is met
and haunted memory brings
the sight
of the Beast in the night
as it sings
seeks the Light.
Closely drawing…
Almost now…
Dawning ever now…
There at your feet,
the yawning black.
Why don’t you leap?
There’s wolves at your back!
You do not laugh.
Please tell me why.
What fear?
The air?
Oh, needless woe!
You really don’t know?
You silly bird…
You can Fly!
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