“Mirage”
The mirage moves comfort
When truths in volumes fail,
As winds in doldrums seduce forgotten sails,
The mousse, the whipped cream of the sort
That fattens the appetite in consumption
But flattens with rapidity in use
As its natural abuse argues justification and excuse
To to reign but seconds only while crude absorption
Reconnoiters seamless swift returns to the predetermined mark
The very limit of experience hat fickle fascination claims
Is wisdom albeit relentless common sense and reason wanes
And interests drain as the catalyst of desire departs.
What more do fools expect from denial and delusion
Than that instincts greed define what spirits call illusion?
Their mouths are never closed, their policies and words
Like noxious clouds forever block internal securities
In external declarations of truths whose missions are insecurities.
These, the foam and refuse, the gathering curds
Of failures gleaned from mother’s milk, exacerbate the many coloured quilt
Of blessed existence, provide the nourishment for fellows
In the hydræ of ancient deadly causes, a bellows
For pernicious anaemia, the fires of self-destruction, deceptive silks
In Chinese red and imperial yellow glory in what otherwise is so easily tainted.
Eyes though sightless, ears though blocked,
Rudiments and remnants, plaque and pittance locked
Away for timed released by those whose painted
Images rehearsed by those who know no peace,
Whose appetites are not satisfied will never cease.
Yes, of course, there were the mysteries and questions in the mind, if not, the heart of Cain. In those few seconds of lucidity with his brother before his passing, Cain was asked, “Why?” And Cain replied, “what was so precious about your sacrifice to Him. Was it so different from my own?” Abel whispered. “There was no difference, my brother; why are you so wroth?” “He asked the same of me. How was I to bear the weight? What would you have done?” Abel whispered, I would have asked what I could do to make my sacrifice acceptable.” Cain’s reaction was the first premise of history; it was Abel’s last.