A Glimpse At "I"

A Poem by A.r. Bazian

A word on "Individuality"

This Moment...
the cowardice build castles in mine head,
as i flee in fear, of what may lay ahead

just; as the wind does its work to the sea
i doze...
so far up... high and free...
across the desert of my dispassion
so far away from the serendipity of compassion
where I can be...
i linger,
in the flow of steady posture and poise
as i slowly reach to see
what has come over me

all along those whalling draining landscapes of gray
stands a light, that is i,
i showed us the way

for been not a fence, i have, at fate
nor at the one divine, and greatest state
I've been but a sin...
reach then so late
to have raised a battle,
where glory of "I" may die
against the one so great
he, that is "I"!

i shed the colors, all off my skin
slowly i realize now,
how i have been

I've had enough of our subordinate genetic
I'm trying to change my destination,
ours is pathetic!

BY:
The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious