The Thesis

As I drove along — duty took no holiday’s,

although captives she holds a few, she winds the road obscure

I drove recklessly above the sound, as my threatening pain fogged the

windshield my tears drew orphaned patterns, designed in a singular

formation, forward bound and oh so agonizing in their backward motion

I listened carefully and my ears grew in stature to accommodate the sound,

as the cry of the earth drew ever closer

I listened to the sound — the earth was yawning,

stretching upon her hunger, opening her stoma

she bellowed to be fed. I came to a stop, alongside her growing shadow

and there she whimpered, the measure, the span, the breadth of its depth,

the size of man, not just any man, in ordinary numbers

I did not exchange words with her, the poverty of hunger an unreliable source

She spoke a truth though, one singular I could not alter, neither could the

denial of my shrinking ears,

We stood together, the earth and I, in a moment of silence

She belched as the sun rose above us, “The East, the East” the earth cried,

the weatherman without expression foretells the future,

I walked away as I wore the sodden raiment’s of the West, a noose I tighten

around me, my left artery exposed to the elements, as duty submits it thesis

— on “The Ancestral Synopsis of Reality.”

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