9 of Poems

All the songs I know are sad ones,

and my smile's stretched out of tune

by a heartbreak that, unexpected,

came wearing an ancient wound.

My heart so savage in this cage of bone,

No second-hand sorrow, this --

An artifact of the pattern

calls out from the past

and snatches at my Bliss.

This Kaleidoscope is spinning 

but the light is murky and dim...

and a memory of homemade music 

plays - a minor key; almost a hymn. 

All my vision is peripheral 

and these are no ordinary skies --

I see 'round and back again, 

though the "what-will-be"

won't meet my eyes.

Damn Psyche! So soft, all underbelly 

and willing -- Cupid's fool completely!

In a hall of broken mirrors

(with a vandalized smile),

she rises, ready to defeat me. 

Come now, darling, our ends are selfsame,

so we must lay bare the singing throat...

No clamber for fairness, no retribution!

This is no time for a ransom note.

At the corner of Time and Entropy,

I stand beneath a broken lantern.

The North Star winks out of 

that lonely sky and 

you are as far away as Saturn. 

Uncertainty abounds here,

but we must find some faith to keep

for a future, some distant day,

that right now we cannot see. 

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