S.C. Hickman (earth_wizard) wrote,
S.C. Hickman

The Imperative

Wisps of fire bubble up,
a windless spectacle of reds
and greens, bursts of force;
faces emerging out of the darkness
(an imperative that holds me in terror:
idol and fetish, images commanding me
with their overpowering presence), 
luring me out of my stupor, entranced
I follow the flow of lights
driven by an unknown task:
where secret things live 
to manipulate or enslave;
yet, also share their wealth
as wanderers of that devastation
of ancient suns and silent novas; 
and, then, one spark descends, 
a mask both comic and full of sadness,
contorted and twisted by life's powers:
a refraction of all things distinct:
frog, eagle, sphinx, wolf, zebra, whale.

      - S.C. Hickman (2012) 

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