KICKING FROM THE MUD

 

See in the air-space it will come,

 it will appear,

 It will come before the romance of your kiss;

 The tear-streams of your eyes

 will dry again your happiness,

 And the intoxicating present will

 plant its sigh through the gates of your heart!

 

Thy bones flirtatiously embrace

 the fragments of All!

 As if thou wert plundering

 heaven's Eden-treasures,

 and like a thief's careful thief,

 and blasphemous murderous words 

Poisonous glances up and down

 thy Adam's apple-tube rush;

 Thou wilt be vulnerable till the day

 of thy all-knowing death,

 For memory is long since robbed

 from thee by thy unscrupulous cortex and Time!

 - Thy first pains will be followed

 by stinging thorns, and so on,

 yet daily with Sisyphus' heel

 Thou wilt embody the Will:

 Thou shouldst act and do thy eternal work! 

Shall the crematorium-face 

that winked at me from

 my reflection wink at me!

 How long have I used

 my cracked crystal for shaving,

 when I may have lost myself long ago?

 Already in the dark chambers of time,

 the wrinkle of burden is ripening, 

ripening, to encircle the rest of thy face!

 On my brow pimpled,

 yarrow-lived troubles! 

- I am forced to wear the grimace

 of false emotions: 

contagious mirth - though the liberating

 smile has grown into a growling bear,

 where was the true face of pure emotion?

 - See, in the vacuum, there will come

 Someone who will listen

 with all-understanding humility

 And help me rise

 from the muddy ground!

Reviews

[The Unknown Sith]

I like this you know it has a kinda good flow.