Fourth World Ending

[A POEM]

I cast myself into the many waters

Searching for a pearl

Held in the hands of my ancestors

Now lost inside our souls somewhere

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I paid a great price

Only to resurface empty handed

Tossed asunder by the waves

I lost my party out at sea

Their faces haunt me

as they obscure like drowning bodies

I paid a great price

I’m a wake in the abyss.

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I came upon the shore, alone

no better than before

More lost than ever was

Still dreaming of the Logos

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Where are we going?

We are, so far from home.

I don’t think we were supposed to

Travel this far East

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THE SUN IS LOW

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I cannot hear father anymore

I wonder if he calls for us

Mother remains silent

Waiting for our return

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I still wonder

If I’ll ever walk on water

If I’ll ever reach the depths

If I’ll ever touch the steps

If I’ll ever see you again

I listen for your music

Though not often enough

I am lost where everything is found

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I wish my father might strike my face

and snap me out of my phase

I wish my mother was more forceful

In some gentle way

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That I might find the pearl

and walk on water

to be reborn

a Son of God.