Trial and Terror
Trial and Terror
Tim had tried most everything else
waiting hoping procrastinating
meditation introspection ‘extro-neglection’
defence contraptions of all sorts and the
whole self-help spirit enclave palaver and yet
he still felt like a cadaver a rotting ‘thing’ of the past
The Universe seemed far away above
a flat earth and an ancient canopy
beyond clouds of neglected wisdom
He tried a catapult built a durable frame
attached a spring cantilever for his heavy
payload and ‘bingo’ off he went flying
‘This is it how foolish I have been not to
see the stars for the comets and thunder’
The sky was the limitless limit fast on the rise
Soon he approached heaven and reveled
in a wondrous tarpaulin embracing for shelter
well that’s what he thought as misery continued
It turned out to be a trampoline suspended
upside down or downside up a matter of mat
bouncing him back to where he had come from
‘They’ had not spoken of a yo-yo in the manual
another promise unfulfilled but at least he was
moving bouncing back and forth ‘til he crashed
Maybe he concluded ‘I’m in the right place
in my time and confusion after all for now’
It was time to reshuffle the motionless cards
Tarot told him that the Hermit needs to be there
for a purpose and the Hanged Man is only a metaphor
for outliving what was and a sign for quieting change
He dug a (w)hole in the frozen ground cemented
his feeble foundation and from that a buried base
put earth onto earth and constructed a causeway
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