Consecration of a Fallen Man

Back me into a corner,

For lack of power I’ve transposed,

For lack of will I’ve succumbed,

From talisman to the snake bitten and embattled shell of one

Now acknowledgment displays to me,

The ignorance of the righteous man

Oxygen escaping the throat,

Resurrection of the rule proposed,

I’m the effigy I’ve grown to be,

A false proclamation of immediacy,

Where distraction settles,

Distraction dwells,

No longer is strength a matter

When the subconscious is involved,

Back me to that corner,

Until the sky is dim

The air less warmer,

Hold me down until submission,

Before I burn, I first do blister

Movements of the martyred man,

Paths paved in solace,

Past deeds shoved, to the wayside,

Awaiting approval, anticipating a decisive claim to be,

Directions carved in stone and sand,

Directives honest and direct,

Where even the weakest can reflect;

Where even the smartest can respect,

Without hubris’ burdening,

You now see what I should have long ago,

Here I am, now standing still,

Before you now I reveal to you,

The consecration of a fallen man

Absolutely Non-Absolute

Curveballs are life’s way of showing us

That we may be intelligent,

Yet in the grand schematics we don’t know much,

We live in absolutes, with directions built on preconception,

Steeped in definitions we’ve created

Judgments born through speculation

Producing labels on false interpretation,

We may think we have the answers

But the answers we may have

Are conditional to the question

That has come before,

That which stands before us,

In this moment,

 May have similarities with,

Previous experience and learned notion,

However, this moment is this moment and nothing more,

There are no absolutes or predispositions,

None which correctly configure to every situation,

All there is, all there ever will be, is the here and now,

Alive and living, a unique embodiment,

With an ever changing definition