Wayfaring to Hegira
a poem by… well, me.
Twenty-two years and the pith of a punk
“Infinity” is my name.
Freely I give out the blood of my life
The breath of my joy
The while of my mind.
Freely I open the song of my soul;
Naiveté leaves me blind.
Blind to the posture a season will bring
“Impetuous” is my name.
Certain that somehow the mountains will fall
The heavens will open
The angels will call.
Certain that somehow ‘twill workout for now;
Peter will always pay Paul.
But Paul isn’t buying. He knows me too well.
“Dissimulate” is my name.
Miasmas that only my instinct can see
Pretending I’m whole
Professing I’m free.
Miasmas that bind me from seizing the truth;
Being abandoning me.
Abandoned for Twenty-two years I am now
“Open My Eyes” is my name.
Heaven have mercy on what I’ve become
The wisdom I’ve learned
The textbook a tome.
Heaven have mercy to rule as I roam;
Escaping the gloom as I journey home.
To journey another fast twenty-two years
“Veracity” is my name.
Whiling a moira — my fate I pursue
Engaging the world
Counting the coup.
Whiling the view with our grand pas de deux
As I bid adieu to this world, old and true.
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