To survive to vibrate beyond the now,
now corrupt deceiving,
to outdeceive deceit
with direction and in indirection, phoenix
erect from defeat;
beyond survivor’s
guilt, moments of joy
sad because they’re defiled by your darkness,
your traps of the finite and the killing mindlessness,
not drinking my
sacred ejaculation
spurting in mid-air, for the ages . . . .
It’s
about more than wiping up the mess afterward,
losing focus due to pain,
and then regaining
composure in a nation of loss;
so intimately
tied to the have-nots yet
avoiding their
death-touch,
forced inward by your poison
into Blake’s vacated
seat of Eternity,
now vibrating out through my atrophied arms,
still beauty in awkwardness,
humming into your poisoned atmosphere,
famous to God alone, or an ideal someone . . . .
Irrepressible ultimately,
reaching out always,
grasping thin air, but free enough to reach,
to survive, to vibrate beyond the now,
now corrupt deceiving, to outdeceive deceit.
©1998,
2000 Ralph Dumain |