Ezra Vancil Poet I do not know?

Black Purse

Mission

I had a mission, 
I could have been great
God gave me tools,
I no longer lie
 
for his divine 
plan, 
grace          
 I was to be
 invincible, in time
space

claw, 
gouging skin
tearing wide open
truth  
within
flawed, mandate, 
a story to tell

God gave me tools, 
                      tragic mind
like no other, 
    (of course it’s true)
Only I know
the things I could bring
In other dimensions
what worth I choose

invincible tensions
walked with Augustine
the Beatle’s
black purse
I spread like an eagle
the wings 
       of the curse

the width 
the span
the depth
the fold

of all that I was
lies cajoled
I could have been great
the size of a thought,
dripping in voids
in needs of us all
   from seeds 
      of time
passing 
sought
I could have been great
but now 
i am not

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