Salt And Pepper

Living on the fringes of 
faith, you become epiphanous. 
A halo chases you, its stomach 
coming out, like a starfish 
to engulf you. 

Small winnings, I was 
no prophet, as I knew 
myself, still unsure, still faltering. 
I become a gymnosophist, 
managing my destiny. 

A death ago, I was 
young, walking down the lane 
of unlearning. Coming of 
pain has made all the difference. 
An old man in the sea of emotions.