At the start it was subtle
Hardly really a word about it
Except for far off, distant news
What an unbelievable event
They all said
From their comfy chairs
And LED thrones.
And then soon it came
Soon it was there
As if by fire
It had been carried
Across the globe.
Its most omnipresent
Representation
Was in the fear
That was disguised
As responsibility.
(part II)
Can one day your abundance touch me?
Truth like lightening bolts
Thrown from Zeus himself.
And my eyes shall see openings
From whence your sail shall catch wind,
Pulling me towards ancient speed
Roaring in fierce aftermath
Abundantly striking me free.
Inverted extramere
I shall not turn my eye,
Though wrath of the God shall torture me
For it is in his kingdom
You shall dare set me free.
And in my deepest of layers
– Of which only then permit me sight,
It has always been mine blindness –
Call on me to share.
Read me like I am all here,
Nor leave me without all signs.
There I sit in mine throne
Stretched in abundance and call,
Laid bare as shown Virgil
And my heart reigned for thy lightening bolt
Sight into thine eyes.
What I could see was forever, then
Sweet memories I didn’t dare to shift
Quietly working their way
Through the love that I lay
Upon the throne I watched you sitting on
Where I released expectations
And dove deep into the essence
Of your present self before me