est tempus

est tempus

in the quiet of night

you came to my rest

a place of quiet solace

when silence

transmuted me to purpose

you whispered in my ear

est tempus

it is time

mea filius vos requiruntur

my son you are required

hic in nunc

here in the now

my consciousnes rose to greet

and feel the kiss of your words

syllable by syllable

upon my longings

for i knew of this coming

of your radiance,

the magnificence

of you heavenly confluence

with my soul

i was erect with temptation

for a certain congruence

of our union

had to be

i wanted to re-enter

your womb

where my spawning took place

a dawning of something

beyond the ultimate

as held in the eyes of men

a quixotic rhythmn took hold

laid seige

to my hopes

and waste them upon the abyss

where there is naught but death

and nothingness

for this time was definitively

pre-eminent

my own tongue was loosed

and the delusion of my speech

that at one time i thought

to have made sense

was clarified

and made anew and straight

a new tongue became known

unto me

so i babble no more

for the world of illusion

the gutteral utterances ushered forth

appeared as an ectopic light

resonating with utopic wonder

revealing Thothian like angles

opening unworn pathways

that i may cross the Fourth safely

and i arose

displaying an actualized splendour

i always had known was mine

i watched at the gate of observation

as my vessel arose

to perfom the duty at hand

and transport my essence

to that portal

for the final fare had been exacted

and i knew

with a certainty that could never be challenged

by the empiracy

and that is simply as simply can get

est tempus

“i lay down my life that i may pick it up again, for i have the power to do so”

© 10 July 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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