Perseverance

AmnesiA
AisenmA

I long for something
I yearn
I yearn, People!
Fill
Me
complete me
Completely

Hungry
Desperate
Yearning

All the while
I’m learning
That I keep this world
Turning
With every thought
I’m burning
Up the old way to Be

Aching for the
Making
Of a new way to Be

It lives inside my bones
Crunching
Munching
Grinding
Binding
Remaking as it’s
Taking
my hard won sanity

When you know you know
Nothing
The world explodes

Boom
Big Bang
Baboon
Marooned on an island of One

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere
And the whisper answers
This is the greatest adventure of all
You are the greatest adventure of all

blasé
Bored
Bamboozled
Blasphemy?
Where is the backlash to my bitterness?

I don’t remember agreeing to this.
The aim, the goal, gone.
The street is too discrete
Have I lost my way?
If passion is the fuel to refashion,
I am clearly without a pattern
And the garment that I make is as elusive as the Emperor in His New Clothes

Gem there.
What Am I believing that is ruse?
Obtuse?
Still I snooze?
And March to the false tailors’ tune.

There is a song in me
But I cannot find it
There is a garment for me
But it does not fit
I walk on water
I walk on water
I walk on water

I persist
I cannot desist
This is a tryst
My dna has made

There are no accolades for you, Young Warrior

And he punches his fist through his mother’s womb and waves it frantically
Raging against the memory loss
That he agreed to in the Coming

So mote it be, and so it is.