Saturday, October 24, 2015

Stage struck

Stage struck                                                                                              

We talk ourselves out of Godhood
incessantly, apparently,

providing as evidence a brief biography,
the myopic, illusory improvisation

of our latest mortal endeavor.
We stagger lifelong under the terrible onus

of guilt and regret rather than let go
the antithetical notions of autonomy -

virtue, liberty and triumph.
So stage struck are we,

enamored of the gallant figure we cut
in our fantasies and reflections,

that our roles of suffering we dutifully perform,
unwilling to take a backseat,

have our stage name forever struck
from the program and marquee.

O child of God, step off the edge
and tumble into oblivion.

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