What became of the gutter king?
Does it mean anything?
Words that fall in rhymes...
Dotted lines...
accentuate the illusion.
Did the last train leave town?
Is anyone around?
Does the verse begin....or end?
Does anyone hear anything,
or is it only echoed...hollow, stiff,
tout as the strings which bind
emotions.
Passed through a time forgotten,
died, once, twice, who can remember.
Split wide the concept of reason,
clawing through a hole,
born,
naked,
screaming,
the struggle begins.
You can never go back,
currents push too fast,
swollen river,
expelling,
convulsing,
thrust into the stark light.
There is only hope,
when fear is gone.
Death pervades, intrudes,
retreats, but is never really forgotten.
For now you are safe,
matter hides the beast.
It lives not, but devours all,
it rules, it conquers.
For a moment would your kingdom wait?
Dragons slain...fond parade,
who can say.
A chance encounter,
a distance star implodes,
a million light years distant,
you blink,
and miss it.
Such is this life,
it's beauty,
it's unrelenting pain.
H.Few
Sunday Feb.6 2000 |
