Dare To Speak

I sat at the river bank like a jobless swimmer as the flank of my heart wandered into the thick of oblivion I am not here to bathe at the river and I am not jobless too; the unfriendly sun bit my soft succulent skin mercilessly but my harmless yet sensitive skin has chosen the path of peace with the sun for all that is oppressing me and drawing my attention is the pitless puzzle and mighty matrix concocted from within the crypts of my heart I eagerly sip my cold wine like a joyful and fulfilled septagenarian but I am neither joyful nor fulfilled I then lift my head from the darkness of my heart towards the eloquence of the setting sun and screamed with renewed vigour like a lunatic giant who is both drunk and overfed "O star my emblem and staff" will you ever rise again? if you rise, will you ever glow again? will you attract kings, nobles and pawns to me? I am exhausted from my shouting and I need energy I reached for the remnant of my wine and gulped it voraciously may God be gracious to me as he was at my birth.