Ascending Descent

Jonathan’s fall had been so rapid down the obstinate pits Time had not allowed him any chance to read the writhing On the wall and he could not have deciphered the ancient -Language of demise- He had been below in that shoot so often and languished On downtrodden trajectories of rock bottom squalor But the symbols would have been hieroglyphic at best -Smudged in translation- When all else fails ever more try falling he thought as He drew at a straw in a stack of delinquent pikes needling His apathy desolation discomfort and a long losing soul -A shot in the dark- Maybe Jonathan wondered that if he fell so often in Any case it might matter if he jumped on his own volition Not to end it all but to gather new resolve in difference -Leaving indifference behind- It has to be fast as not to change my ambivalent struggles The pit looms now and I must seize the day before dusk At least there would be some light for descent at the start -Before withering promise- Better not dabble with the rungs I might need them for latter I’ll spread myself wide once I am ready to nail those walls Even a sewer might do when its only one long breath away -Until clearance’s escape- In the underworld he came across a kind yellow slick road On it a traveller not unlike himself and a union from heaven As they floated dangled and drifted as they wedded their plight -In changing perspectives- If Janka and Jonathan had never let go had not sought out the Depths of their withering journeys had not taken momentum Not knowing what another day would present in new dawn -Endless loops in perpetual motion- Would have arrested stagnancy and stale morbid loneliness The morale of the story speaks that un-ventured journeys down to Where hell freezes over may be unpleasant but harvest reward -From the luxury of oblivion-