ELIXIR
...

the worst kind of loneliness
is the condemnation and ostracism
that comes from being grossly misunderstood.
it can make deities lose their godhood and minds.
it can send stars falling down as fragments of rocks.
it can make planets lose their velocities around the sun.

i tell you this -
not because my soul is a dark prison;
not because my body is a hall of death;
not because my eyes and ears are schizoid -
i tell you this, dear reader and soul rebel;
because my spirit has empathised with lofty birds
who have suffered persecution for having colorful wings.
i tell you this because the universe has
filled my ears with punctured screams and hemorrhage.

this is why the misconstrued loner is sad:
his loneliness is a living being, drawing strength
from fear and memories of native rejection,
covering all orifices with untruths, utopia and pus
until death starts looking like the answer to aged prayers.

in a war, the first rule of survival is strategy.
to survive a system that orgasms on
seeing suns set at dawn, you have to sit by the sea,
as your senses perceive the magic of creation,
as your heart beats hard while the soft voice
of love whispers... slowly and fiercely:
"Fear not!"

...
©Pat Ashinze, 03.21.19.



...
In honour of the World Poetry Day.

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