Manifest destiny

wheels grind to a halt, seasons are in disarray,
bodies shed skin and hair - chaos rages in the heart,
as the ghost of the past eats its way in to plummet
the soul into burning nighmares anchored in the false
notion of its insignificance -

but cowardice and compliance, slick parasites with
a thousand goose stepping feet, have no hold on you,
as you walk talk through undergrowth and creepers
of these parced, sickening days -

you push forward, primordial commandment ingrained
in the matrix of your presence, ordained to reach out
beyond the taints, the necrotic banner of futility and
the hollow promises of verbal bacchanales -

to reach out beyond the moon and the stars, where
no definition holds sway nor bounds keep you down.



Comments

Anonymous said…
Heroic poetry. Love it! :)

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