She And She Alone Poem by Arnie Hicks

the pensive juxtaposition of these unbidden insights -
surreal glimpses into the evolution of what my world could become -
and the intense reality of the concrete
(yet even still malleable) here and now,
fall in line like a dubious sacrament of sorts;
a benediction of hope for a new and better tomorrow.

however cryptic the path before me
or the rigor of its demands on one so impotent
to affect the power and positive outcome of creative entropy,
it becomes more obvious with each passing moment
that this illusory, self-imposed exile must be abandoned.
through the currents of time
i have allowed my own fragilty command of my reason -
too long the shifting vistas of awkward humility and creeping doubt
have led to an isolation i can ill now afford
if i am to open my heart to the life i would wish resumed.

flailing in this dizzying vortex of incalculable frustration,
there remains but one island of sanity to which i may hope,
even yet, (in desperation) to find anchorage;
one place of sanctuary without which i know of a certainty
i should disappear altogether (vanishing into nothingness) ,
spiraling and fading at last
into that unyielding mist of dementia we call chaos...
if i am to have any chance at all, she and she alone
will be the light to end my darkness.