in the night, in the myths
I tell myself, there is a secret
haunt, a cave of darkness
where my heart wanders,
sometimes in fear, sometimes
in wonder, that organ
being so dessicated one is akin
to the other, really
my battered consciousness
is etched with cryptic pearls
of illusion even as
there is a wealth of
bright reality above
there is no dearth, here,
of wariness, but the riddles
cannot be solved by
what anyone has promulgated
before, at least to this point
of my dissatisfaction
I am double Leo, daughter
of the sun, yet I cannot, will not, be
carved away from this cave of
night, though I kick and
scream at the stark
injustice of the blight
even knowing how I become
blind and amoeba-like
in the day
I draw darkness around me
like a warm shawl, and something
inhabits one wall...creatures,
I'm sure, conceived on
some torture couch of Hell,
and always room for one
more...me...
happily, though...
for in this explicit darkness
I can perfectly hear
the whisperings of
the infinite...clamoring to
make my heart
hear
Make this cave my
sanctuary, then, for a sweet wind
blows upward from the depths
and to the dim end, no
matter the magic of grass
or noon sky, no
matter the bone-gnawing
pain of these wounds,
the dark makes death look dear
and its silence echoes
wisdom across the eons from
my fathers and theirs,
spirits of the ages
bending to
my ear
I do not fear the runic night,
for it endows my strength.
it is here that I find
the light of truth unshackled
by fashion, politics or
creed, and in that light
I can better see what
most would deem
ugly because
sometimes
truth is
and because I know beyond
doubt that beauty will go
savage in these secret mountains
before the portended end, when
we crawl out on a ledge of
rock and die snapping
like wolves
--Jo VonBargen 2011
"Beautifully written!" A time capsule for future generations. FROM THIS FAR TIME (The Human Saga) Fierce, taut poetry! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005KJLCLC
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