Excalibur

       
The future has taken root in the present.      
~ Merlin      
       
I. EnVision                     
                       
There's a patchwork quilt                        
spreading over the earth                        
below the plane window;                        
multicolored blocks line                        
hedged greens of rock                        
stitched by fences;                        
nostalgia stretches                        
for remembrance                        
beyond the contrast                        
of cities and villages                        
toward  the mountain                        
where feet of others                        
have slept before me              
their imprints clear as            
the dirt they've trodden.            
             
II. UnCommunion                       
                       
Patience begs I yield                        
the blade back unto                  
the river it rose from,                     
trust the landing gear    
just this one time                        
to hold the weight                        
of us when it skids                        
across bare Truth;                        
Believe it's not a hostile                         
wall built upon doubt                        
and mistrust. Just fall -                     
crack the egg of my heart              
across the hard concourse                        
of this foreign country;                       
attend church, fold head-              
first onto the kneeling bench                        
of your altar'd chest -                     
submit to your body                        
dissolving on my tongue          
and drink blood from      
the Holy Grail of us.                
             
III. LaActuality                      
                       
If I thought I could fill                        
their shoes, those who've                   
walked before me with you -                        
who still hold your Love                  
as offering to a future               
at any given moment                   
I would sacrifice history
migrate the galaxy
to colonized with you;                
instead, legends remain                      
hallowed tales of hope;                        
engines cough up Air                        
through vacuum lungs;                 
the climate threatens life                   
ignites and burns black       
the buckled belt of chance.                 
             
The North Star turns South                       
a needle sinking past empty.              
Arthur sleeps within the knoll                     
steel glints beneath Water:              
the scabbard of Excalibur.              
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