Confounded

Confounded -1- When tension grips and the head reels In its ever accelerated twirl When two rays dangle from two flayed poles, And the dumb loss of a moment’s truth Looks so conspicuous and an eminently Forgettable lapse of an inoffensive world When the gentle genre to which the slamming Of an ever open door in the face of The rare perspicacity and purpose shown By a soul, a land and a generation belongs Looks so commonplace; when the benign Visitor’s countenance does indeed despair And crave a black visor above the originality Of its expansiveness and the staggering degradation Of its vitality; I have this great ache’s abundance Stirring in my cupped palms, held out in supplication, Till it rests, for an ever lasting understanding Ever in the vision, ever into its aftermath. -2- And when an hour’s trial and a moment’s judgement Bide time in the halls of eternity I get this call upon me to my concept’s elucidation And this urge to its sound espousal But in a brief and breathless pass upon a syllable When I catch the trail left of a wayward home coming I find eunuchs elucidating emancipation’s final flowering In its lone path of glory. And for once I lose my heart, I lose my sensibilities The stupendous reversal of a progression of faith Finally does catch up with me Annulling this reckless gambler’s momentary wins But who is now going to pay up its hefty price And take home the horrid truth. By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair 17 May 12 For: Elliott Bowe's" Drunken pen"