POETRY FOR THE UNBORN SOUL

VISION IN A PRAYER

I entered into a covenant
between those external forces
and man's innermost fears
alien to the caustic solidity
of my reality
the wind danced its echo
round my prayers crying judgment
and I died
awakening later
refreshed yet still numb
in my passion's futility
and I laughed

deep into the gray green glory
of the forest I dove
the cities
of towers and living graves
crowded
tumbled in the mist
of sparse sunlit rays
as the moss drew me down into the earth

the questions are asked
the answers I give
are the questions
the questions don't answer
as I work on the shapes
forming cubes in my head
as logic calls
I draw circles

elevations of revelations
found me lost
in that somewhere of expectancy
the sea beckoned me
hailing its thunder
at its meeting with dawn
encompassing the godhead
I felt her sweet torment
the ecstasy ending
I drowned in my ego

mountains were glaring
as their summits I reached
and there realized
the loss of my meaning
alone
trembling in my ethereal insight
I dove in my landslide
to be born

I witnessed that rebirth
dismayed yet still drawn
to the spirits of nature
dancing
molding
writhing
mocking
as the child smiling blandly
pierced my vision
with a scream

howling
gnawing
smiling gently with the stars
I viewed myself from some distance
alone
innocence in the womb of my pain
remembering my sad future
and I laughed

to find my truth
is to cry crimson tears
at knowing her womb
bloody black with my scars
mother
virgin with my child
burning
aching
slowly fading
in the greyness
of my anxiousness

the shape of a circle is round
that of the cycle the same
my guilt spins endlessly
in the continuity of her prayers
hearing myself deliver my eulogy
my anxious confession
words fly into air

myself as my child
succumbs to that air
swirling round endless halls
in the sad aged eyes
tainted with the flavor of knowledge
from my once sacred fruit
alone in her purity
devoid of all love

the ice dynasty of winter
flourishes hard
smooth as steel in his heart
knowing of feeling
but never able to be

the sunlight seems faded
a pale wash of my memories
he wonders smiling
the ice wind constant
at his apocalyptic visions
in your dreams
the head raises in triumph
glorifying their plasticity

endless in magnitude
is the movement of the planets
circles
cycles
bound only by time
time is lost inside me
child of death
earthy
moldy
powder and dust

I embrace him
I
my companion the mourner
blending echoes
as the son of time
I stand alone

I rejoice in my knowledge
man must die to be born
understanding of his sadness
floating
falling
in time's void

still the universe continues
in its concept of time's logic
cycles endlessly revolving
life
death
rebirth
as he dies

one can offer
to his question
that one answer of the sphere
circle trinity remains unbroken
for as the holy ghost
I am all love

sadly died
sadder lived
he and I
alone
we are the center of the universe
revolving
surrounded by the dull
endless echo of your prayers
I look for the beauty
behind your blind voices
for the song of man's wisdom
but can not hear

your sky
your mountains
your forest and sea
cry in their agony
at the barriers you created in your search
they cry for you
holy
yet you see not the dream
but cycles go on
and knowledge will grow
gain the beauty in its scars
from that small ray of sunlight
crumbling cities to the ground

the earth and the ashes
the egg lost in time
can only smile at the wisdom
of man's futile reality
come feel the warmth
of the coldness of our unity
for we are as we die