Inheritance
I kneel
before an altar of dreams
and haunt the tombs
of the Unobtainable.
I can't quiet the restlessness;
there is no pacifying
that ancient,
hand-me-down heirloom
to own an Elysium
I can not describe.
Is it my inheritance
to long for fire
with the sun in my hand
and thirst for a stream
with the Nile in my mouth.
Will I forever crave magic
and gorge myself on it
only to vomit truth
so I might own the emptiness again
and once again
satisfy my restlessness?
Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2009
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