Austerity In Auspicious Times Poem by Philip Baker

Austerity In Auspicious Times



It’s an endless cycle of self-deprecation
That search for perfection
That leaves me living in a HELL of my own making.
[smiles] What does that mean when I see Hell as others?
Yet that sense of shame, purgation
When my mind, that alone which I can wholly and eternally revere,
Awaits rebirth from its endless suffering
Exiled to an Avici of common misconception and misunderstanding
How can i experience Enlightenment here?
While instinct leads me to stagger
Uncoordinated and illogic through a languor of moralising
My only HOPE lies in the pro tem nature of existence
There but for the grace.....
The light burns red but my fingers cannot explain.
I stood today at a totem to commercialism
A vacuous fissure, its walls porous to the southern light
When yesterday the portents were good
Today the sparkle was without smoke.
The world won’t end
But the abuse will continue
Until the day comes when I finally acknowledge how long the road was
And how bright now is the sun.

8th March 2010

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