UNTITLED IV

UNTITLED 4

Flaming cities, frozen mountains,
glaciers running down the slopes,
boulders falling, tides rushing on
into the land,
Things that happen and overtake,
terminating life in an instant
are far less fearful than the atrocities committed by man against man.
Times revolve; come full circle;
in between are the spaces for a pause;
a pause for retrospection for the continents drifting apart
in empathy, understanding and compassion. While we are still within the range of hearing and feeling one another
the lightening of understanding has to occur;
the pauses are neither frequent
nor do they last long.
Times revolve, come full circle;
in between are the spaces for a pause.
We, the creatures of the moment,
but creators of heaven and hell;
the hells last and burn
longer than the heavens have the time
to resuscitate and heal.
The forces , incumbent, a lambent sky overhead,
watch for the moment to overtake
as the humans slumber
before awakening from the agitated sleep.
The trouble is that I, the solitary one cannot connect;
cannot stop the addiction
to power, the intoxication of rhetoric,
the malady of lonely struggles
as households crumble under the weight of the words,
as the only WORD is silenced and vanishes beyond the event-horizon.
Times revolve, come full circle;
what do we , what do I, do with the pause
in between?