blind obedience turns to questions
when the teacher fails to provide,
what? said the student whose eyebrows shot up
due to feigned ignorance, a plausible answer, vague notions
like wind, farting, puff and the cloud becomes acid rain
and a mentor is struggling to tread water
for legs that never had their first kick, a tail failing to emerge
though tall stories did mention impossibles,
how can it be? asked the bemused crowd for tainted silver
erodes, permeates, diffuses through layers of whitewash
becoming clearer as rain corrodes, empties all the fluffy
pillows unable to withstand a typhoon, a hurricane, it is
a change of the weather with new rules, patterns, dots
coloring the pavements – mentor and student merged
like water, feelings, cognition swirled within layers of unspoken
words: clashing together to find insights, roots, heart
buried in caves, symbols, the contents analyzed with microscopes
that shed light though others would call it a different name.
who benefits? asked the weather fickle, asked the wind,
with rain dissolving all these hard to swallow truths, carried
over the years as a gentle loving god crumbles
and a song, a melody takes shape, forms to become a soothing
prayer to absolve a life held in anchors by gods that did not exist,
then the green sprouts their first leaves, life breathing air for the
first time with truths redefined, god is just a name
whose invocation meant a label plastered on a mouthpiece,
discerning spirits picked apart each word scrambled together,
like encryption being declassified, the hidden meaning
appears like lemon juice on invisible ink.
hearken, to the splendors, the dismal languid fairy folks
dressed as angels still bickering about who is more real,
and mentors and student, master and servant intertwined,
stories fell like water from the sky, too heavy to keep intact
for transformation pries apart all the crevices, nooks and hooks
that like bait hang on air: awaiting, brooding, pending
till the change came about and the dna is finally unraveled.
two species from the same root, a cuckoo takes her first flight
in air breaking, a smelly fart cascading on the audience
no longer amused of what was once a comedy, a satire, something
to be gleeful about dying, fading, the prominent
becomes obscure when songs, patterns, music shed
light to a heart, the mind still tries to piece together missing fragments,
atgc with something extra, mused the poet
nodding off to sleep in a blissful state no longer
troubled by exotic flairs, flamboyant styles, vulgar messages
fading into the distance with surfaces unruffled, a skin flawless
beneath many layered flesh. to ponder, to question, to seek
when all the answers reside in the heart.
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