revel at midmorning autumn

I’d rather I wish
About the exquisite edge
Then ponder now if I
Have a place there
Perhaps the time for destiny
And harrow have passed
Beneath the tresses
And canopy
I am a servant to the people
And my shoulders are now weak
But I do not ask to be carried
My sin will always be pride
And the place of a fool
If my voice is to be heard
You will have to find me
Separated out in the legume
Being moved by those mighty winds
This is my revel at midmorning autumn
The frost is lifted, the crows calling,
The mason chipping & the housewives toking,
And the students praying, the toddlers partying,
So many distant worlds
Repeating mantras to the deaf, dumb and blind
We tolerate so much hate
It is much easier to listen
To the dew drop on the cherry leaves
And wait for the next day to come
Malaise will occupy our epitaphs
Since guidance is a vacuum
Screaming into infinity
Is all that you and I can do
We will not be bless’d
We will not be damned
Nor wrecked, nor saved
Landlocked we are bound
To live & die w/apathy
Is to live & die w/sword
We cannot be all & nothing
& nothing can be all
We can only trade one
Fallacy for another
Wont to want, not want to wont
Until our bellies are starving
Will we see we need fed
And if we are eternally empty
Nor understand what empty is
We shall consume the rat & the wheel
And then turn to our will.

© 2011 woundedlordliterature

Private Stock Poetry
From reveling in the aftermath

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