The Catastrophe*

The Catastrophe

 

A Pilgrim Heart Experiences Life

As a Steep Uphill Journey, a Crucible

That He Is Required to Endure & Explain:

Everything Is Wondrous & Overwhelming.

 

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-PROTASIS-

 

The ease in every lie,

The smirk in every sigh,

The smile that does not last,

 

The trick in every eye

 

The ego in the goal,

The rat inside the hole,

The smile that does not last,

 

The cancer in the mole

 

The touch that does not soothe,

The word that does not move,

The smile that does not last,

 

The love we cannot prove.[1]

 

-EPITASIS-

 

All things are dust

And only dust, and dust

Is made of things that turn to dust,

 

As all things must,

 

Like hearts with feathered wings

 

They cannot be what dust is not,

Nor more than love can be

A thing they lower into dust

But only mourners see.

 

-CATASTROPHE-

 

I know not where this star may lead;

I would not brave the night

 

I would not be the fool who did -

I am a child of light!

 

But I suppose it must be so:

To finish, I must start

 

And only darkness rounds a star

That bids the pilgrim heart.