Although Pangea Wept

Pangea doth me harm  
As she speeds elsewhere and away from me  
Past the edges of my comprehension  
She rushes out from under my feet  
Leaving me to tread naught but chaotic tides of vast, unending seas  
 
Seven times seven times seven rhymes of ancient mariners  
Swearing to their crews of lewd visits  
With women having torsos of maidens and the tails of dolphins   
But they are just passers-by in the new occurrence  
The most recent transfiguration of spirit and form that now occupies the space that I call mine  
In my own foolish self-indulgence of owning this brief place in time  
 
The water will not have me since our last degree of separaton  
I may not sink below its line of territory  
The land has abandoned me for my discourtesy  
And the sky is too far above my Limbonic apprehension of ability  
 
Adrift with no wind and no current to carry or direct me   
I must wait patiently for the dawn
That golden bright door  
To throw itself open toward me  
Just so that I may glimpse the possibilities that lay beyond  
And stare too long  
Allowing all its effulgent beauty to blind me  
To burn away from this infested form all its pains and lost reactions until it is gone  
And all that will remain is what had been before I even dared to speak my given name  
 
Ashes  
 
Dust  
 
Breath  
 
Earth  
 
Crystal clear,  
Cold flowing waters   
 
Stones  
 
Sand  
 
Flesh  
 
And all of Man's ill-fitting laws and orders  
Do disappear in the flash of scattered shafts of light  
Cut from the whole of their facet's sure divide  
 
Their origin, like mine  
Now begins to lay in question  
Unraveling into a spectrum of hues and perspectives  
That look upon others with equal parts disdain and curiousity  
A 1:1 solution imbibing all the world around it  
 
Material becomes the immaterial  
Inadmissible as proof   
Where reality becomes realty   
In that only the truly rich do so untruly possess it   
 
There are no contracts in the Promise Land  
Only ashes, breath, and sand  
And maybe,  
One day,  
Something blowing about on the breeze that would be me  
 
 
 
*this is one of my older works*