The Fourth R

Written a few weeks ago, work in progress. Pretty "modern"/avant garde, for me. More to come on the subject later.

"The Fourth R"

Running

through blades of glory

fashioned like sea creatures

flown in on the breeze,

                                            stuck—then,

launching over mud puddles

bitten into the earth by a finger

on the hand that feeds

eternity

                     (MIGHTY over

                                 human matters)

with vomiting rainclouds, purging

me of my disease,

                                           stagnation: excepting

the licentious serpent

only just; three thousand miles

easily evaporates good intentions.

Grief eats away

from sweeter breath

blown softly from a tongue

in cheek reality, once gently mocking

my qualms of losing grace, now

e c  h   o    i     n       g harshly

as a hopeless, despairing “truth”:

           DEATH DEATH DEATH

but the feet move forward,

patiently awaiting

a reminder;

redemption.