Heft

Balance may never be explained
in a constant way.
Sentences have periods,
stories are many series of scenes
that never end.

When we insist on showing someone else,
the way it is, the way we see it
changes inevitably
somewhere between pointing and looking.

There is always more to see.
Obviously,
there is no way to stay
in equilibrium for an eternity.

At least we both must hold on
to something
that seems worth
mentioning.


Artwork by Édouard Vuillard (1868-1940) in the [Public domain].

I am mortality

            You-

Are afraid of death.

We can all see, it remains 

obvious to the living.

Your trembling keeps you aware

of your limits by

          borrowed body and baited breath.

Those weak limbs only lent in posterity

          become bent

out of sorts and in specimens 

You know, you have no ownership

Accept

the choices all there 

your self unaware

the voices no where ensemble

the sirens that blare

some semblance to soothe by

Temptation

          and taunt steadily

amplified at the base 

of all heart beats

and eardrums.

You

conductor, 

are listening for a pattern, 

          a way of knowing

the curse was weak

the cures were waiting

before Eternity for

You

in terrified harmony

aghast and kept petrified

shivering me to timbers. 

Painting By Thomas Degeorge, Death of Archimedes (1815) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Water bearer

The gargoyle has a better

vantage point,

which explains the smirk.

Tho' he'll never tell

what goes on

over our heads,

while we lie

in bed

wandering in dreams

it seems...

'Twas Medusa that said,

Look at me, wait right here for me,

I will give you eternity-

and after a while

of peering at the gargoyles smile

clear as day

the words

came dripping out,

Try

first

to be happy

as you are

just in case 

this is your final face,

and then it began

to rain again. 

Image By Patchy at de.wikipedia (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.