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
Copyright © Ezra Vancil | Year Posted 2005
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