Wondering As A Christ Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The bible reminded me i am a tale.

A relevant tales relating, a conceiving genesis and endings, to follow,

The all season man and the desert regions or what stars, he may yet conquer,

As a one weather summer comes, or the odd weather systems, abounds,

He was here a mind of majesty or destructions.

What ever fault or goodness

It was all written in the language of his poetry,

A minds of the Gods and even the wiles of a demon,

The patience of a saint, a fury like hell,

The glorious details of a civilisation, beyond the decline and his death,

Beyond his own reasons for existence.

From a source to become, depths, to unravel,

We may never know,

Only based today, a breath ofair and the sunlight in the palms of your hand.

As well as sounds, overwhelming aspeople, moving cars, guns and rocket engines,

Underwhelming asa garrisons stillness of unborn stars, or unknown planets.

The human tales will still follow, the stormy tales,

life will be this dreaming canticle,

these moving caravans,

This exploring titans and gods of space and dysphoria.

Or derelict clones of the floating times.

The wores and gores of the conflicts

living unknown to the lights of the stars,

a wandering as a Christ.

With his questions and anticipations.