Revelator

The zenith feathers in static motion,
extreme that my hair feels in want to ascend me.
I’ve seen the winks of brilliant heavens,
in streamers, zigzags and bangs.
 
Luck, they say, yet these senses seem to draw
in sails, with what my existence prevails.
A pity, seasons and beetles folly
fly this ship, even by death.
 
May not a pity be, as existence,
even on an ill, tempestuous, wind-blown cruise
is fair. For lots are cast within moments,
without entire certainty.
 
Always, forever, means implore an end.
pushing, pulling, energy, wheels of time extend.
Attractor, repulser: benefactor.  
I, you, we: the revelator.
 
2012-07-24, edited 2012-09-04