A MINISTER RETIRES: SOLILOQUY
A MINISTER RETIRES :
SOLILOQUY
I arise as infant Phoenix
from Akasha ashes
counterparts frozen
with foibles intact
a still Arctic of death
sheath for recalibration
Source Light breathes into
fontanelle slowly sleepily
Sekmet my doula
in full attendance
mane of flaming gold
rebirthing is a peeling
Eye of Horus given a
new sphere fringed
with trinklets of tears
exploding from narrow
roads of endless debate
drowning misqualified
alphabets as dung
mites on mushrooms
under cold tap
Trampling temples of
fallen crests in takkies
I don after tight armour
of stick-on sly smiles
airports and landing
circuits blow as flimsy
masks in South Easter
three terms of office
sacrilegious time to
imprint what was
already foretold
A reflection I sombrely
seek in languid lamplight
at a bed bearing
matrices dismantling
It’s not there !
Where are pieces of the
puzzle in pentagons
I failed to reckon
turning my back on a
disappointed bathotic
vision flying to fulfill a
mission of combining
silicon with carbon
minds with Hearts in
God’s play with forms
for happiness ?
Is the reflection in rivers
I can no longer hear
as pebbles pine in
sortilege for ill used
linearity down paths
of broken glass
my kundalini a rod of
dead wood in a tomb
centre of Sakara or
maybe on a pile in
the garage ready for
a great bonfire whilst
I start to wipe away
hasty speeches
bored back-benchers
secretaries depositing
secrets ?
I seek this disappearing
reflection in offspring
make-upping games
of six sense futures
pulling Agarthan darkness
from low note cemeteries
or open air discos
AI watching for names
or photographs it could
crunch or repose
heritage posters
smashed stolen
then hidden
historians writhing
in shame
Slowly I tear notes of
workshops unmanifested
White Papers incomplete
legislation not passed
little love sigils from
infatuated girlies
bones softening then
regenerating when I
remember my curriculum
is not complete
really I am ageless
even after covid and
coronary thrombosis
saying the least
In which dimension
lies my youthful cheeks
or other Wheels of Fortune
black hair not greyed
a father never embraced
my mother at her crying
sewing machine hailed
by ancient Dogans who
know my wayward ways
of sense fulfilment ?
Suddenly a trout springs
next to my sinking hook
or was it a gangster lost ?
perhaps vacant dollars
I caught on rows of
predictable faces
podiums polished
by workers I sought to
hold in a heartbeat
no-one could distinguish
from controlled chatter
subtle lies of manic
mental real estate
In an instant a dragonfly
displays its translucent
wings mirroring patterns
of my dark amber irises
Can I lift a paintbrush
as shadows fall to
dissipate memories of
State Capture in
Fire and Water I now
must befriend tip-toeing
ethereal dreams when
wigs or false lashes
sink into oceanic
depth?
Air the witness
as I walk a solitaire
beach this reflection
I seek still emphatically
eludes
Grace comes minuscule
in moon shades or
pale protea nectar
to give saintly shape
to feelings encrusted
with rust or dinners
I could not taste
hundreds of them
having to survive
a quagmire of
Reptilians
All falls away as Saturn
appears for his share of
karma in this year of
eight, eclipsing my own
six zero plus two
calling back his protégés
from dramas doctrinally
acted
Socrates or Shakespeare
pointing out stages I
trod and trod and trod
my mill not stopping
for a breathing whisper
to hear a call of Gaia
reintegrate her lush
fallen lips
cathedral feet
dilating Heart
of lulling fruits
This Reconnection has
no lines or silk panties
doctors’ needles or
peppermint teas
whilst its patterns I
cannot decipher or
reach with trade
agreements
fashion mobiles
fancy words
bright ideas
tangy thoughts or indigo
sheen foreheads of
daughters and son
It is just Sky with I
a speck, maybe a
hook to an ajar door
or portal I read about
in sci-fi as rampant
lost kid
perhaps there is a
latch or key I need
to find once more
into another flower
of life from this
grid experience
My calling to diffuse
into Rays is several
more lifetimes away
seraphim cannot yet
hear my mournful
sighs or see these
sorrowed smiles
wily embeds are
too deep to crush with
takkied toes unsure
on this blue-green
of highs and lows
semblance of my
Orion traverses
Solace is to rotate
my spine to live
another life serving
not an irresistible
country of contrasts
giving vent to the
epitome of human
dualities
or an egoic will
sense pleasures
mind of magical
chi, white and black
but try for freeing
my soul yokes from
moving perceptions
slipping away to
new dawn times
or perhaps attempt
for my Maker’s
indecipherable
inscrutable
Heart
Will I embrace
this solace ?
I tread on half awake
tagging a forlorn
shadow watching for
lions
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2024
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