IF I DIE BEFORE I WAKE

When the sacred scorch of Valhalla
sears its grand complexity
in molten universals
and truth,
this unworthy shall not pass -
unnoticed.

Across the finite rim of time
caught in playback,
yore travels rekindled
from the vantage of stained maturity -
affirmation of my sins,
may clear the scarred slate of all expectations.

Up the craggy slope, shall I climb
where sinking pebbles
devour each granule,
of hourglass sand -
sifting between those who acquiesce
and others
effortlessly passing
from favor into the abyss.

That greatest of poisons
sublime enriched nirvana,
retrofits a scope upon my sojourn,
its aim affixed,
elevating to exaltations
blissful and blind,
binding my soul to each continuum
in the ever after.

Eclipsing pain,
with saintly parades,
darkly thrust
and drawing from impaled flesh
these imbedded thorny selves,
transfixed, then cast off
until all desires and aspirations,
the ballast of youth
unworthy to this succession,
spits forth from evangelical mouths
into Plato’s forgotten cave
of earthly Xeroxes.

@Nick Zegarac 2006 (all rights reserved).