schism

i emptied myself,
overwhelmed,
against my will
until,
i saw
the indescribable beauty,
of a pristine lake
take
my soul captive
to,
without fail,
capable still
to mesmerize
by majestic mountains
risen far beyond
horizon’s green,
of every hue
surrounding,
my hypnotized view
of this short lived scene
i wept inside,
at the thought,
of being here,
imprisoned,
unable to partake,
unable to,
but merely touch,
with my eye
reticent to wake,
much less able,
to keep,
even ’til forever,
of course,
due to,
ungodly stress
i am not even near,
being,
a being of forever
though,
i know,
some outcomes,
yield fear,
of a certainty
barging in
mixed with
a tantalizing brief,
spindly glimpse,
of utter beauty
unable to quench that,
utter torture
for in the mornings’ morrow,
i shall have to release,
what little of this,
mingled with much sorrow
for even the memory
of what i have
come to understand
will be shattered,
with the realization,
of the vanity,
to even think
that i should ever
even hope to keep,
and lose it all
in a sleep
forced to wake
to what is truth,
while i see
black vultures,
surrounding,
the decomposing carcass,
of a downed elephant
once majestic,
alive,
benevolent beast,
awesome creature
its tusks missing,
rotting,
in the african savanah
disturbing,
the swarms of morbid,
wild flies
feasting on death,
does impinge,
impales my wish,
for utter peace