Asunder Dawn Poem by Norman F. Santos

As everything slither into the breaking dawn
My girdles grew tighter with the anticipation;
A melancholic kick of angry chemicals
Reciting incisively euphonious harmonies
What is there basking behind the sunrise?
Bleak and golden like a tangible gloriole
Resembling a golden noose only sharper
And for every treasure there will be a culprit
Like how every feel good is stained with treachery
I wished to sink by the crevasse of a memory
Unmarred by your presence; in innocence
And as you unsheathe a smile that you vie to own
I would keep my frown like the chasm that it was
And if you will throw your cigarette away
I would start to drag deeper until I smother
Myself with audacity, to let go of your company
Because I would rather watch a comrade die vying
Than sulk sewing death wishes from lazy strings
That is, if it is death cleaving inside this migraine
But if it is rather a carousel spinning in a vertigo
Perhaps, I am jaded from the innocuous estrangement
Albeit, I wished for prairies and munificent strangers
And go astray from the glacial and hollow water,
I wouldn’t plea for a barter and never grovel
To succumb my glare and the scars that overwhelms it
Because the diffident recluse contained by it
And the qualms that it cradles like a child
Could be more veritable than any pledge
That basks behind the corona of the sunrise
Exacerbate the impalement with a glorious beam
With the golden chains left encrusting
I pawned for another lucid dreaming
With folded eyelids and tacit fears
Swelling in the scripts of this poetry
With no intention to be skeptic and tongue-tied
But to quell the drought in my emaciated chest
And speak of the succulent chagrin
That vexes me in every frame
Dear friend, I am agonizing gravely
Whilst trying to fabricate metallically
Vexed and stringed to my sole amity
Inject an ounce of faith on my sequins
From the cup of your naked honesty
Tell me, what lies behind the rising sun?