I had seen a poison berry, eaten by
A poisonous snake, yet the
Snake did not die.
I had seen a man get bitten by
The snake and
Die.
I had seen the snake die.
I had seen man the snake and man the fruit
And man the man.
The twig snapped.
It had cast its own snapping sound
Out into an atmosphere.
Snapping sounds can be heard at any time
If one welcomes the universe into one’s own.
But one still must listen
To hear a twig snap.
I had spread my arms wide upon a world,
Viewed from places offering
Countenance of a different kind.
I had embraced the sun and welcomed the night,
Had read the clouds, and parted rocks;
I had known a tree’s solemn stance upon a hill;
And had felt the individuality of a grain of sand;
I had danced and teetered as had fields of green,
And had cried the ocean’s tears and wept the lake’s own waters.
In short: I had survived. I had experienced.
I have known.
But when I have known my self, I have lived.
Strange,
How a petal falls and a thought is gone.
Many petals have fallen.
Many thoughts are gone.
A great and mysterious wall surrounds and pervades
A race and a people and a heritage, who would seek
To protect that heritage from an influence of an age
Giving little regard to heritages, races, or peoples
Other than their own.
People have forgotten the heritage that
Makes a people a people, a race a race
And a planet a planet.
People have forgotten that
They are on a planet.
Just one planet.
Only earth.
Step
Step
Forward walks I into an unfound future
Left hurriedly behind in a flurry
Of wrought wisdom.
Step
Step
Towards an unfound death
That never happened.
Step
Step
Away from a past that lead into bewilderment
And shame.
Step
Step
Forward walk, step by step, into
The consternations of uncertainty.
Step
Step
Step
Step
There was a final step taken,
Long ago.
Step
I shall take that
Step
Again.
Stop.
Shamefully recompose the several moments
Elucidating wasted water and light
Wasted air and fire
Wasted existence.
Waste the existence, as moments are recomposed:
Earth, decomposed.
Set down the moment!
Spare the moment
(for there are many more).
Spare the torment of a decomposing mind,
Recomposing moments,
Decomposing existence.
Consolidation of time in moments
Leaving unworthy tempests,
To set aside and grab the throat of time.
The throat of time is grasped and held and squeezed.
Existence gasps for breath,
As moments squeeze the throat of time,
Strangle the throat of time,
Mocking the throat of time,
Strangle, strangle, strangle.
Existence – murdered –
Strangled by the very moments
Through the time that gave it life.
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