PAIN, REVISITED

-1-

It was hard to come by,
There was not a sign of it, nor the sound of it, for ages,
But it came such an odd way, one day,
through the hardy terrain it came
burdened with disbelief and disgust,
but it came,
climbing on the soft, magical wings of a crooning,
And nudged the heart,
then entered it, pierceing through,
The walls closed around itand it remained enclosed there,
It still is.
To release it and to give it wings to fly back
and to fly away somewhere,
will require a lance-blow, a tear, very strong and deep blow,
a death.


-2-

I hate that 'karmic' madness,
and that feverish mind that keeps jumping from branch to brach
like a monkey in pain,
I hate the long silences
that seem to dismantle things,
I hate the surface dreams,the forgetfulness,
that surges over the sand and keeps earasing the good,
and the memorable,
The rude words that break the heart time to time I despise,
yet Underneath all, runsa a stream, cryustal clear,
the slime never rises to the surface or muddies the stream,
It flows, queitly,
Through seasonal tears and pain, and flows,
Because love never quits.