Mona Adviento Poems
|2.||The Last Rites||11/2/2007|
|5.||The Problem With Proximity||11/2/2007|
|7.||Enough For A Lifetime||11/2/2007|
|8.||Waiting For A Star To Fall||11/2/2007|
|19.||Tribute To A Past||11/2/2007|
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The Last Rites
I have brought this upon myself.
This infernal anguish that crushes my soul into the depths of despair
My sanity is banished into the winds and the tides of fate have swept me aside like a leaf.
Once again I find myself in this pit into which I knowingly cast myself
Yet the rope is now a thread that proves useless and weak.
I have jumped into my death and am cursed to lie in the fires of my own schemes.
assuming mortal am I, who have done her own designs on the future.
So fate has slashed it into bloody shreds and has left turmoil in its wake.
Under the calmness of this...
In the labyrinth of her mind
She finds solace between
The spaces of lucidity and mundane
Where the clutter of the matters of consequence
Are stripped away by the mere
Touch of enlightened thought.
And though electricity runs
In such places, the sunlight is enough
Because only in coming to terms