I walked once in the wildnesses of others
Their drifting crazinesses of unsupportable insanities
That I mistook for fun, adventure and life’s fabric
Little knowing they would anchor me to their
Revolving door of fecundity.
The shackles of sex and seed need to be shattered
And scattered in smithereens amidst the debris
Of mankind’s bones in the dust of the world he
Once inhabited. A mere mental pigmy, it was never
His creation, just his graveyard.
I walk with the gods, neither Greek nor Roman –
Too young – they cannot understand the true totality
Of power unleashed amid an ocean of space sparkled
With diamond thoughts, moons of emotion and
Galaxies of powdered dust.
None shall stop me for none can. Nor will
I stop them. We shall swim in instant spaces
And frolic in sky waters 'till satiated and
Pretending memory, forget, 'till once again
The bell sounds and the sensations start to
Build and balls of beauty are hurtled through
The eons to hit their target amidst the unknowing
Souls of some strange place for us to conquer
And be winners and wanderers in search again
For what we are.
By Iseult Healy