this

this

another expression of death

awaits my arrival

the way may

be pre-ordained

or not

what do i know

i have crossed this threshold

so many times before

carrying forth

an experiential encyclopedia

i could not readily recall

yet . . .

time has no mercy

to those who embrace it

nor is it a respecter

of personal empirical agendas

it is but a means

of mapping out

the illusions

of our finiteness

and space

is of our own creation

the more we look for it

the more it becomes

“cogito ergo sum”

today i am deliberate

for a new vision is required

desired

and i will sire it

from my own womb

of wonder

as i entomb

that which must be let go

the carnivorous carnival

the show

where we act out our indifferences

by the eating of souls

has me sickened

of my own reflective self

that which i see remnants

and resonant memory

in us all

to some degree

the fees has been exacted

and hopefully

our consciousness

has been impacted

with a memorable lesson

there are many stages

of confession

i have yet to face

at the alter of that pristine

unspoiled truth

that has not moved

for billions of years

the tears we have shed

have no affect

and does not effect

an altering

save that of perspectives

we are beings of an elective

who cloak ourselves

in protective delusions

we put off confronting

while affronting the shadows

with vicarious doctrine

which become our rote

a rope with which we strangle

our dreams

it seems to me

that a certain death

is called for

before

we can walk through that door

and awaken

in a place beyond

this

© 4 August 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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