My Anagnorisis

 

Through an open hole in the clouds where all life begins,

A stream, calm as the tears that flow from your father’s face,

A deep river covered by the listless scarlet petals of a rose,

Bleeds incessantly, without a dam to hinder its surge.

Below the tender sky, maimed into sterility,

A mountain, rigid as the pendulum that pulls your mother’s fate,

A grand peak shaped by the venomous azure zephyrs,

Lies conquered, without a foundation to raise its hand.

Over the flat planes where infertile land is abundant,

A light, bright as the glorious smile of the son,

A brilliant luminosity conjured by a sinful, jaded nature,

Burns feral, without any pages to scar.

Around the unsound sphere, who was born to whim or chance,

A void, empty as the womb of the virgin daughter,

A caustic chasm understood only by the cursèd enlightened hero,

Remains forgotten to all others save for the silence.