Spring Well Of Forgotten Eden

A Poem Exploring The Gardens We Water

Carnivorous twister, self-mutilating bog Eating your own features, taking all from comfort

Of ancestral spirits, you’ll gladly ignore Of birthright and lineage, you devour more

No grace for thine fastidious contraptions Of lessons ignored, tormented gall Automatons corpse, cardiac slaughter

Devourer of Words, taking your own life You empty yourself and kill by dying sight There will be drought, your ravine will grow Your thirst cuts through, one river to go

Penetrating rocks and pain, hither you will bend Follow waters flow, Source of beginning and end Witness the Spring Well of forgotten Eden

Thine essence lies there, deep in darkened sycamore Fill the heart of hearths, that it flints amore

Knowledge imperfect, your dwarf in the flask Of you, your essence drips of used masks

What alchemy do you propose to save you now? When you’ve, to yourself, become Creator of disasters

Do you risk anything in your self-feeding fervor Embers of blind cantor, what of conscious endeavor?

Thanks for reading! Ilija Begic

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