Part

Part What part shall I play? I ask the Lord and he say there are no bad ones; Or so I have been told – all to seek some lost chord struck by all that held such ideas sacred; for all is judgment, longing falling, Falling down the devil’s ladder; Oh, the last rung is a killer, if you See it that way, If you let the numbers hold sway, If you count the days you spend in anger and regret; If your fingered hopes are short extension From the truth, the primordial ceremony of Placement and order…out of reach. Come, you will know them by the simple act Of noticing. If you avert their eyes from yours When your soul is void of longing and theirs Are full and throbbing, When your eyes are dry and sullen, And theirs are ripe and fallen; Their hearts are filled of virtue and yours Is but dusty and it suits you… Leave them now, For their time is coming, They know it, It has been foretold, Take leave of all their senses, Let their part unfold.