The Sacrifice of Conqueror
38" X 50" on Rising Stonehenge Paper |
Faceless, a creature I am. Soaking in the swamp of chaos, float and wait. Listen to that ‘tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock’. For whom would bear this nobility in the mind To suffer the scorn of time. Up! Up, with the flow. Men grow As I go. That childish play of rattle-drum; perhaps, Wondered itself the tale of beaded steam. Hark! The called from the pattern on the scarf To say, goodbye, and farewell. One day perchance, I’ll pause from the pangs Of a forgotten name. When The false blossoms bloom and drain, Another spring has come again. Light up the cross and put my head on the tray, Devoutly I pray, “Amen.” So I wipe off the mask Then put it back. There goes the same different face. Colored me with scarlet, Colored me with blue, Reign me over with this purpleness. Give me a title, And tell me how to play. Fulfill me with Starbucks and tea of lemon, Then throw them into the air at the end of the day, Away, and away, and away. Up! Up, there’s a boundary to break. Shall I crumble into hundred thousand flaws? No...the multitudinous pieces of me shall rather puzzle the will To a bigger scale. Hance, hold on to me, cultures! For instantaneous is, in perpetuity that every fragment integrates A part to the whole. We, together, are the history And beyond. |