Monday, August 25, 2008

Work in Progress v.3

Havoc

White coals, searing flame
and blinding light torture me.

Advancing ice, blue cold
and never ending advances pressure me.

Burning coal and frozen glaciers
meet in perfect tension.
I am their son, born of conflict
between passionate fire
and time's slow tide.

I am inevitable.
I am invincible.
But I am still so weak.

For all of fire's fury
and unquenchable hunger,
for all of ice's strength
and dogged persistence,
I am still prisoner to Her
and the havoc she reeks in my soul.

She is the prime mover,
so innocent and so evil,
so loving and indifferent,
and still the world
is made real by Her, fraught with Her.

Pity me for I lack the courage
to try and save myself.
And pity me for failing to make my
other self care enough to try.

 
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