Not A Dream

Imperfect mating. I am lurching forward― Imperfect mating. I am lurching forward― Imperfect mating. I am lurching forward―

Imperfect mating. 
I am lurching forward― 
in a chaotic 
non-existence. 

There was no divinity 
in your sinless sprinkling. 
A timeless death was 
the only riposte to ephemeral queries. 

A lif-size God stands 
sentinel outside the museum. 
Only the mortal were 
etched on the walls. 

A pygmy cycas has bloomed 
after a decade. I have come back 
home to collect― 
my belongings of last life.

Author's Note

Imperfect mating.
I am lurching forward― Imperfect mating.
I am lurching forward― Imperfect mating.
I am lurching forward―

Reviews

[Invisible Ink]

i can't do justice at the moment in commenting on this poem, it blows me away. I will make it a point to come back to it, when I can... because, dam! it hits the insides of me and keeps bouncing back.