Where? That piercing truth, That jagged awakening, Defying the smooth curves Of nature's gentility, Where? The sharply faceted, Blinding diamond, The stake to the heart Moment, Resistant to Immediate familiarity, Slipping away into Comfort's contour, Where? The sword from the stone, The bolt from the blue, To split asunder Those conforming dreams, Where? The shattering intrusion, The irrefutable shock, Are these not Nature's ways, Never turning In her sleep, No night time horror Disturbing her Most lawful play?
That soft, Fleeting kiss Of now, Feather-light Upon the cheek, The sparse dusting Of its sensation, Escaping proof, For eternity, Melting between The crevice-way, Briefly visible In all that is unseen, Merits, Though majestically, Little more than Probability, That none May confirm, Yet stands So bold And proud In memory.
Most devilish alchemy, Transmuting death, From Liberty, How brave the truth That stands, Eternally proud, Against such ruthless flailing, Where all become, In honour's failing, The enemy of a few, Bitter, cheapened lives, Whose blood Now mingles With the freedom So despised, A short taste for them, In their final breath, Of how we dream, Of what our burden's for, To live with love, Each day for more, No destiny Upon some further shore.
How exotically curious It is to be, Although, Of infinite possibility, There is no variety Of me, The mirror for a soul, And its rejoicing. I know not, The magic That lets me be, But basking In its supremacy, Love rebounds From its contraction, Seeking only To be free.
The prodigal son Of success, In extreme, An automaton, Of the American dream, With the loud bluff Of a powerful nation, And the puff of proud Separation made, A black-smoked conflagration, The zenith of disintegration, Snakes its way From constitutional stockades.