L'Nass Shango Poet Free verse

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.

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