A Muse On the Oracle
I heard God on the phone last night
Whispering through your voice
And I was broken all right
By all my little choice
And even in sleep
Forever I weep
This late news
That bruise
My old
Cold
Day
That play
Me lapping
At life's gaping
Edge of day. I am
Trodden by the Lamb
And all I was you now are
Each of you the dust of my star
Each of you the spent force bright
Of the dream I was, and your delight.
O my, son, light your candle
At a single end, it will dwindle
As all vanity shall end
But you see before you bright
No need to light the past again
You only have one chance to get it right.
I have mused on the oracle
And seen my own shabby spectacle.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
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