Wednesday, March 28, 2018

The Vigil








Wait! There is more waiting here!
Fools that we are - we assign ourselves to time
Of values, measured by sixty increments of line;
We calculate and philosophize about fear.
Albeit, that the sequiturs leave less
While the solipsistic notions take more
Than any single arrogant ego can ever address.

Wait! The crowd is approaching terminal abhor
For the midnight hour is near
And madness shall ensue past the locked door
The barrier is over; the penned mob can gorge;
The waiting is over – let the wildebeest forge;
Trampling past each fallen spender so to feast
And consume the consumers; an incongruous duality.

Wait! The train of conformity leaves promptly at eight.
Scurry along for life does not hold open any gate
Nor will it remember any writer that fails their commute
Thereby leaving the quill, the ink and the paper to sit and mock the mute-
As ceaseless thoughts torture the befuddled and lingering mind
And the open gaze wonders, as blank page; after blank page turns with blind
Eyes that search their darkness;  Ahhh yes, let’s wait for the waiter to serve kindness.

Wait! Youth will be poured into bottles of expectation
So, to measure the forming years; hi son, what is your rating and grade point?
Oh, my daughter, be sure to have fun while you graduate with a valedictorian designation.
And really, don’t worry, the investment for the degree, is how one will anoint
Oneself with the oils of toil and lather up in the soaps of successful mystique.
Thus, the odor of wait is masked and distracted by the roller coaster thrill ride freak.
Note how the waiting lines are full; from birth thru death; the vigil is the anticipation.

Wait for the light
Wait for the sight
Wait for the day
Wait to say
Wait the line
Wait your time
Wait the gate
The gate does not wait
Fate does not the wait
Why did I wait
Now I know my date.

Wait-
Wait-
Wait.













  

   
 

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