September 30 2013


What If

What if we stood now

On an empty stage

In the silhouette of a former fame

In a theater long vacated,

What if this life were naught

But the echo

Of a former incarnation

And those that passed

Had simply recognized the farce

Do I stand now on the precipice

Between two worlds?

A ghost at twilight mourning?


What if this life were training

For an interstellar war?

What if I suffered now

That I might later serve

Some heroic purpose?

What then would be the reward

Or would it exist solely

In the eminence of my deeds?

Why must we receive

In order to do that

Which is natural to our hearts?

Is love not its own reward?


What if there was a heaven

In which only

The most curious flowers


Would I find shelter

In such a curious garden?

Or am I ash violet

Bound for the furnace

Of some universal engine

That feeds on the souls

Of those too volatile

To coexist?


What if right and wrong

Were merely the constructs

Of a temporary vanity?

What if I had to be everyone

In order to understand wholly

What it means to be human

Because I am not the product

Of but the antecedent

Not God but rather

An inquisitive universe



What if I was

The muse

Of a slumbering God?

Or the characters

Around which the Divine

Spins his waking reveries

What if

The magic

Behind both wand and pen

Whose purpose

It was to heal and brew?

What if indeed …


Is it cheating to write a poem as my diary entry? That is just how it turned out


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