blogpoems

It was in Jumalan Kukkaro* my self discovered
my other self taking its primordial form
a mere echo in ageless vibration
whispering about a river just beyond beyond

On a day where time slows to endless
The trees silent and dressed in pre-autumn green
Insects in an unceasing buzz, whine, chirp & creak
Where tomorrow appears a perpetual today

The Sisyphean rock reaching its apogee
The final movement to define tomorrow's struggle
Futility blooming in its deceit
The complete silence beckoning

Standing on this summit
Looking down on everything that defined me
How the insult of living offered no reward
And utterly boring the alternative

In this purgatory of adolescent ardour
My other self found its voice reaching
From beyond the bounds of sanity
It was here I finally heard the whisper

I did the only thing that made any sense,
Even now there is no regret
Even though I have yet to reach that river,
I let that rock go.