Post-Neology

“The poet is cursed,
Consumed by visions of hidden beauty,
Invisible truths obscured to others,
Surrounding and suffocating,
The secrets silence all thoughts
But of them”

Enthrall me, erase me,
From the forever of
Yesterday and the yet to be.
Free me from my freedom,
The plague of the possible,
Condemn me to your certainty,
Though fleeting and fading,
Waves of windy wisdom fill my soul,
So to speak softly but soundly enough,
To teach those who would take it,
The difference dividing doom and destiny.