The Meridian
I deserve to be alive
But I deserve to be alone,
I trim the hair of God
As if it were my own.
It is not.
A zillion years ago
I walked without chains.
I walked without brains.
I walked without the hell
in whatever the fuck remains.
On the very edge of divine terrain,
I see myself in the rippling river.
Its ebb and flow perfects my pain,
Suiting the confusion I deliver.
The only image that Mother allows
As Father Time returns her vows.
The river is honest;
As warped as my soul.
A true reflection.
Never vain.
I will never regret the ergot and grain.
I lift my head to the root of the rain.
But its essence of sentience
and its incidental reflection
have given rise to the modern havoc….
Obsession.
And you should know:
This lumbering mind of all in all
will never enshrine the wind we call.
Go back.
Go back.
Go back to the crawl.
Scatter like leaves in the fall.
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