Apocryphal Musing

found in the margins of a spiral note-book from my college era (1996)

This is the apocryphal musing

 of the last writer

who told the truth

  in our time.

 

Come to me

  Come to me

Come to me...

 let us each be the end

and beginning of our words.

  This is the time

to shut off any pretense

  that we each go onward, beyond our being,

 and to embrace

the shattered darkness

 of the ancients.

 

 I want to tell you,

to embrace you,

  to fall off of your edge

and come crashing in return

 into your arms.

 Awake,

lift and brighten your tentative eyes,

  see into my world,

to the truth

  of our collective death

and rebirth

 in the balmy embrace

of shaken graces.

 

 Come to me

  Come to me

Come to me...

My love.

 

Reviews

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

I like the transcendental quality here, though I'm uncertain of the repetition of the 'come to me's fit in with the brighter more original theme.

And truthfully, I found the presence of commas glaring to my eyes as well hehe!

[Blotter]

touche