by Laura Doom

A death-defying leap of faith
is all it takes
to be at one
with all who crave eternity
within the confines of that circle.

Scar-lit night, the cosmic surgeon
scalpel to the timeless stars
prepares another astral soul
negotiating human rites.

A matter of great impotence
is all it takes
to be alone
adrift within infinity
the future past,
the present cast
as home to the unknown.


Posted on 10/09/2003
Copyright © 2020 Laura Doom

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/11/03 at 04:51 PM

'A death-defying leap'...yes, only when one is obssessed. Obssessed with the self obssessed with WHAT SHOULD BE. WHAT IS is pregnant with WHAT SHOULD BE. WHAT SHOULD BE can never be imposed. The 'home' is here, always,and not in the projection of the past. You said this in no uncertain terms, though so subtle.

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