Vermis Meridiem

More Stars than There are

Month: September, 2016

On Receiving Flowers

You were told
To close your eyes,

So you do–
Without suspicion,

Eye-lids
Shut
In an automatous,
Curious flutter–

Then,
A miniature
Bouquet
Lay
Beautifully
Delicate
In your hands.

Fresh, delightful,
And fragile–
Too good
Were they, for
Your more wicked
Self cringed
At their sight–

Exuding a new gleam
In that cold night,
In your hands
A gentle cradle
of Love and Joy;

Some of which
You still
Cannot understand–

Like a sound
Of Redeeming
Purity
Amidst a fallen
Mecca-full
Of deafened
Drums.

A dose of sweet medicine,
Leaving you blessed and terrified—
Were you sick
Before,
And were you
Only then,

Upon inhaling Innocence
And Scent,
Finally beginning to,

Through
Great Effort,
Wakened from an
Ageless Neglect,
Overcome

Your Fatal
Illness,
And become Well
To and for all
Once again?

 

Down to the Waterhole

“Don’t die

You’re just a baby,

Yeah you are way

Too young;

 

You haven’t Lived

Til you’ve been

To the Grand Canyon.”

 

——-The Wind and The Wave.

Enjoying and Suffering the Passions

“Once you suffered passions and called them evil. But now you have only your virtues left: they grew out of your passions…And whether you came from the race of the choleric or the voluptuous or the fanatic or the vindictive:

All your passions in the end became virtues, and all your devils angels.

Once you had wild dogs in your cellar: but they changed at last into birds and charming singers.

Out of your poisons you brewed your balsam; you milked your cow, misery—now you drink the sweet milk of her udder.”

—Nietzsche.

Living For that Afternoon Day

The Rain clouds
Had come down
And washed
The Dirt
Away—

It got cool,
Wet, and Gray
For a while,

The air anew;
Once more
Un-stifiling—

A Revival Breeze.

Then the Sun
Peeked out,
And slowly
Brought the Sky

Back to day;

Its
Late afternoon
Brilliance shone
Gentle yet luminous,
Tranquilized
By the impossible,
Afterward caressing

Of the Rain.

Though
In great pain,
I was Happy
To Live
That day.

 

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