Forever Young
“The Fool is precursor to the Savior”
Let our panache prepare us with the failure.
Ad astra; to fear not and dare, yet care for,
Our afflicting demons with revel of war.
Forget not that Jester and heed his words first,
“Come all, you weary, and I will give you thirst.”
Waste not pain; want not ever again, yet reign in,
Your errant visage, should Thalia begin.
How close remains the every whisper we heard?
Bestial and divine, mortal coil they gird,
Tidal works; no cosmos cleared, yet here we,
Can marvel at the sky and stars gleaming free.
Let us hoist these ceremonial pyres,
And smother not, but cheer on little fires.
Smiling for: each our darlings dear, yet near not,
To make between sweetly, finding small death fraught.
Mind wracked with vapors of sundry mantra,
Remove not our ripples from binding tantra.
Shadow found; dredge now the sea, yet we need,
This danger or we will soon care not to bleed.
With Kundalini clutched, the hawk soon fed,
Under those deft wings, will with refuge I tread?
Tribute bound; both are trembling, yet wring on,
Grateful in wonder, here has distinction gone.
This was originally a poem about despondency of sorts, but totally reworked it to be hendecasyllabic and full of Biblical and Jungian references. Surprising success to me. I rarely write poetry, so if you would like me to write more, kindly clap, and I’ll give writing more consideration. Thank you.
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