From Alpha To Zeta
A
beetle
contemplates
death- with babies,
each one, him reborn.
Fortunately, love's peace,
gives no yearning or felt angst.
Hell arrives, in a spray can's mist.
Instant genocide, heaven's unreached.
Jury is out. Are we thought, chosen ones?
Knowledge born, burdensome considerations;
love, death, heaven, hell, words to ponder, ever on.
Many black sleepless nights, given forth to glum despair
Nothingness envelops thin stratospheres of our nightmares
Only the smallest, yearning, wet, wisp of faith, forces breathing.
Perhaps our knowing is the endless curse that haunts the waiting tomb.
Queries beget more queries; answers spread through this cold blind universe.
Restitution gnaws our psyches. Payments owed; is our birth's down payment due?
Shall I nest, and invest in dreamed endeavors. What might this cost of faith become?
Tell the damned author of this foul agreement. Compensate me for my heartbreak's dirge!
Universe be damned! What are my rights? The sweet repose of an insect, now dead with peace?
Venus lured me, walking like a lemming, strait into her soft, intricate, deceitful web.
With hot, glowing heart and boyish grin, I felt the sticky, cotton candy of her lying smile.
Xenophobia strikes me swift, while I view my reflection within my lover's hot demon stares
You, this life's ultimate reward, this drab, unasked for existence; love, vicious and unrequited.
Zeus! I see you in the fog, no more myth than I. Let me join you in the pungent mist, a happy beetle.
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