Prime Meridian

The Never-Ending Poem, “Escape”

My response to B. A. Cumberlidge. I appreciate the invitation. Your tag word is “Escape”.

I escape the confinement of misrule, lording itself above the chasmed plains between the proximity of my faith and my sense of tranquility, you would think they were divided by imaginable lines of longitude, of latitude, enough so as to make one think they can be crossed over, with a rustle of the conscience that remembers the memory of a haunting scent.

I blemish the serenity of the coming night with the fears and worries I made my bed in. I toss and turn on the paroxysms of my desires entangled in the peregrinating fibers of my sheets, where people, places, things scent the down on the neck of my pillow — a composition of notes that carry with them the scent of dearly departed years.

And yet there just before arrival, where prayers land upon a void, where a sigh is weighed down by the pillage of sleep — that eludes escape, we grasp for the segregating world of dreams, where prime meridian lands upon a continental shelf, not so foreign to our hopes, and yet worlds apart.

My dreams clutter my anamnesis, the epicenter of my core, my somas trials and tribulations. I escape into the world where my dreams collide with the equators circling above. The synchronous web of years, the reality of the dreams that haunt me, awake. The imaginary line having an anesthetic effect. My prayers take me only as far as the menagerie of my faith allows. My eyes trapped are wide open and the transitory window sealed shut — my dreams are sleeping — Full stop!

My tag word is “Antedating” and I will not be tagging or singling out any writers. In the name of fair-play — all are welcome to participate.

Copyright ©. R Tsambounieri Talarantas. July 31, 2020. All Rights Reserved.