There
is a voyager
And
he’s but one of many
Taking
leave
To
the planet Noah
Two
by two
Four
by four
Sixteen
by sixteen
Deep
Wide
Width
Height
Hypotenuse
of constrictor coils
Heat’s arousal; a spark to life-
A warmth Un-foiled in the kindliest of fashions
Sifting
through those early sands
In
a time before the eggshells ran
Man had a theory all his own
Created,
was a world
In
which (he) or (she) breathes a lungful heavenly…
Only
to feel nothing, as the onyx fills the frame,
And
the last of the bronchi, dye yet a deeper shade of gray
Ages it seems now,
Ages long ago,
When
the rivers were rivers
And
not reminders and slivers
Of
a world…
Where even the reapers fear to
play
Have
we evolved to such a place?
Do we still
try to take his place?
Have
we not learned well enough?
With
all the falters and flaws and
The guffaws and scars and
The withered
replications
Of thought
on what ought be done
When
a second split would stake the view
Easily
showing what hacks oft never know
That
behind the clever and the strong
Usually it all simply
Turns
out
Oh,
so very wrong
And
after all,
What’s
so difficult in
Simply
living and loving
The
way we were made to do?
