The Paradox
"The Paradox"
When we had crossed Styx
like a slow game of knuckles
we were thrown for a six
it was like the party
had kick started
way ahead of time
without us
escape from the world
of fools is never easy
there, the breeze
of freewill ceases
so we sat and let
the oarsman paddle us
a cross
to where
we did not know
it was never Home
way ahead of us
the sound of distant
merriment like
fading church bells,
ding dong Avon
calling, some kind
of fayre ball,
perhaps Avalon,
to us it was like
taking a sip of - well,
no sugar coating for this,
a bitter haunted tincture
laced with false promise,
dangling nebulous Utopia
somewhere behind us
the noose called thought
stood in a numbered cell
pacing back and forth,
sometimes the occupier
would play dead,
lie still, back to the wall
then turning,
engrave another mark
into the wall, counting time,
watching it fall
dust to dust
ash to ash
with the other sods;
the paradox?
One wants it to end,
then one does not;
the grand mal heart
seizing in to mind
the bittersweet
contradiction?
to have and
to have not
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“Avalon will always be there
for all men to find
if they can seek the way thither,
throughout all the ages past the ages.
If they cannot find the way to Avalon,
it is a sign, perhaps,
that they are not ready."
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2023
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