He is a man
bereft of the things that heaven promises
given to cycles of truth
pain
given over to the flesh
and ported to
imagery and the flagrant
desire
to be.
bereft of the things that heaven promises
given to cycles of truth
pain
given over to the flesh
and ported to
imagery and the flagrant
desire
to be.
He is a man
without a history yet
branded by it
intimidated by it
on occasion
tied to it…akin to
being tied to the
sun.
He is a man
susceptible to ruse
and
puzzle pieces; those
that fit;
always
fit…those that
don’t?
He is a man
fallible and weak and
strong and determined
and at once
both
and at once
neither.
He is a man
of no particular intent, yet
planning, scheming
waiting
to be happy
longing for the
end and
closure.
He is a man
with dreams of those promises…
…but disbelief
that through today
lay the path
to heaven or
earthly happiness.
