In Nothingness I disclose to wholly dig an old soul Is to muse from the mesa of midlife A spell of aeons And as i posture to ruminate oer a vague shift of shadow Cast forth from a heretofore lucent polestar Who now beckons in veiled retrograde In the company of nothingness Midst the equinox of my years My humble den suggests the solitude essential to coddle the poet As I profess to hold no control oer the iambic flow Whilst in the wanton throes of an unfolding lyrical emotion. Fostering an ill health Cultured an unbandaged trauma Portioning the ritual venom Scratching at the mending grume Steeping the supine tempest Faltering on melting limbs Strumming a provoking intonation To liberate a most intimate dissonance I pitch to the drink and echo To the bottomless wells of the soul Capering recklessly abreast its precipice As might be startled from nightmare And rushed upon like a compulsion Taken to a feverish endeavor Clinching fast to pen and paper To steal any significant glimpse Nurture any rendering the volatile essence Approached as a man near brink of death In frenzied elation we dash the heads of our children against the stone Abandoned to introspect each auspicious pith So leavens the gestate mind outspun The foredooming constrict of the Ouroboros Twisted in its blustery verbose unraveling Fated to this my profane benefaction Distilled to its universal unsolvent And birthing yet another peculiar brood Of fluid bestirring questions Begetting questions Begetting questions Begetting hither in nothingness Affected clocklike and force-fed as caustic truth That to probe certain pitch of soul austere With such overbold abyss Is to forfeit all sense of surface here Eschew steer of ambition Shun all perception of the sober self And forget who i am at a glance Of grave danger breathes he the hunter Who ventures yonder precinct nor cynosure And laboring astray my inherent supernal way Wandering the yawning labyrinth Treadmill oer my own absent path footprints Where the furrow muddies ambiguous in these uncultivable wilds I perpetuate a dangerous and destructively forward motion Each step towards only making the way more indecipherable Praying I may still dig an old soul And never to stumble across the graveyard where i buried myself Where the forgotten lies entombed Alongside the answer that i despair may be inevitable Unearthed in the shallow fear gasping the shoal air And choking out its forsaken mortal prayer Where is love? Misplaced is the very precept of Lost of the promise of Ceding affection, compassion, spirit, devotion I wish only for my thirst to not die away But the unattended flame is left to wither I find myself no longer in the preference of profound silence In the company of nothingness Only because love burned so brilliantly in my heart Did i know the plenary strength to be alone And I wonder is it exile Or merely a predilection to solitude? Would ascent from katabasis necessitate Cessation of unattainable Utopian ideology? Why must I endure beneath this sleep forlorn Depressed to sheer desultory endeavor And damned to beseech anon and anon Midst the equinox of my years? Nothingness In nothingness In the company of nothingness perchance we meet again Be it when and if, if and when I am able to once again recognize at a glance Who i am
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 07:33:25 +0000
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