Recurrence

I searched for you
throughout a maze
of a thousand doors
Danger and delusions
Closures, stifling and old,
leading to paths that ended
in rusty surprises. Things
beyond amazement awaited
Intricate, delicate, testing:
a quest for truth — I
gave my all. To find you. I
would die to find you
Absurd composition you
would never comprehend
But I would. Citing your name
Waiting for an answer
that never came. Opening
door after life-threatening
door, battling, escaping
Wickedness clashed into
self-denials, one of which
won. Competition is in
my blood; I burnt like rage
reddening a sorrowful sage
Then there you were:
impassive, unfeeling, numb,
the way you always were
Why do you make
dreams so difficult? And
life impossible? If you would,
you could. So I, I stopped
Preventing myself from
caging you with an aphasiac
heart. But you, you saw it:
It was I who found you
Run as you might, faraway
Forget; forgo. One world
and a myriad of other
dimensions, it would still
be me who found you (even
your doubtful heart knew)



Tuesday, January 31, 2012, 4:45 PM