Echo Chambers of Time


The Gnostic’s made bid
to play old Plato’s game –
a cave of shadows; a scroll

upon a wall of cosmos,
a god to build a garden,
a serpent to feed

upon a bloody tree;
wisdom’s keep
against the day of judgment,

a temptation to forget and be:
all-seeing, all-knowing –
a comic relief, modes of laughter

and decay, hoof prints
on the sands of pandemonium;
tidings of an ancient curse:

an alien’s glance, a stranger’s
tale of darkness and the light;
a cast of thousands, war and strife;

a foreigner, agent of the disgruntled
minions (city sleeker’s, bandit-
profiteers, wall-street buffoons,

thieves and yes-men
of this economic zoo),
whose lives shine not, yet break

against the solitudes
of cosmic night;
such are the wonders

of the aberrant mind,
keening’s of a mythical time;
the labors of titans

and gods, fools and vagabonds;
the weeping and searing
of a god gone blind and cruel;

the hollow record
of the human animal,
stripped down bare,

shriven of his poetry
and truth, his wandering history
through a galactic vacuum,

seeking answer to this emptiness:
kenotic gleams echoing silently
against the mindlessness of things.

– Steven Craig Hickman ©2015 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.

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