“Make No Mistake Here”

Make no mistake here, call it what it is.
No one mocks the hidden in what remains
Within the heart; the slightest flaw will sustain
A lie for centuries, hypocrisies delayed by moments in a kiss
Betray a verity in time with any Son of Man. Ears, the seine for truths
So easily discerned by dogs, so easily misconstrued
By souls, afflict the tender heart with ease and familiarity too crude
For anyone to let it pass beyond an hour or a night. The root’s
Not deep enough, the crown’s too early placed
Where shoots reveal themselves before their time
And wages spent before the work assigned.
The rapid heartbeat says it all with pathos in the reading, the pace
Uneven; the voice as from the bottom of the bellows somehow sustains
The liar’s tale just long enough to make the whole thing plain.
Read the signals, then, attract the tensions; bright,
A single flame, perhaps in tandem with a company
Of one or two eternal melodies
Against a richer, darker light.
Punctuate forever with the same in words,
Themselves but transitory sparks of thought,
Their fireworks, a concert in itself and taut
Within a narrow vision, yesterday’s decisions on the verge
Of being, promising their own reward. Relief
Is sought but never binding in itself, and as with friends
And lovers nothing’s said, and nothing’s done. Suspend
All lust for just a little while, withdraw from knowledge, faith, belief
However brief served in quantities in favour of the attributes, the qualities,
Elixirs drawn from waters from the Sea of Affirmation bound for all eternity.