God
Why did you give me this great giant
heart;
If not to love?
Why did you give me this poetic
soul;
If not to feel?
I saw her like the crocus muse
beckoning
I saw her like the siren on the
rocks wishing to change
I saw her like the owl in the
ancient redwood
I saw her like the lioness curling up
after a long hunt
God I feel like you set fire to my
underbrush to clear the forest floor
You set me I to eye with her canopy
limbs echoing into love’s labyrinth
Like a ray of sunlight hope
cascading through the leave’s snare
I saw her like Andromeda for my
Perseus legs to wrap
I felt you God in her presence like
no other
Like I was made a poet for her
To be rejected so abruptly absolute
my statues of you are crumbling
The mountains in my hands of atoms
nesting is dissipated to love’s faith
I have this poet’s heart and it is
barely beating in seeing the muse of my years
Torrent through like a knife with a
six inch cut through the middle of my soul
I am on fire in immolated effigy of
the hazards of hope
Did I lose faith in you? Did I fail in my discipline? Is there any act culpable?
I see the others lining in my
correspondence and I am sloshing of core
If I was not built for the crocus
fair I am lost, so lost in this sea of identity
I write these hopes and dreams like
a train seeing only calamity
Why did you give me this great giant
heart, if not for love?
Why did you give this poet soul, if
not to feel?
Anchors and fiends damnation in
aspirations of love and feelings wilted into rot tombs
Carrion demons feast; there is nothing here
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