Monday, 30 November 2015

25.) Given All Of Everything That Mattered




Given all of everything that mattered
Made rich, abundant, and all complete
I, for all my happiness of it, could do nothing
But long to share what I had
Yet mine was the sadness of the full thing
Not able to give, because none could receive it:
Not SAME – not fitting in – no little space –
Like ‘blue’ cannot give to ‘orange’
It wasn’t orange, so orange would not accept it –
Like the bird that is free in air, is dead in water
Heaven’s things didn’t fit in Earth’s –
They couldn’t breathe there – like flowers
Not every nutrient was good for every plant
Perhaps my treasure would kill it?
It was like water, which cannot go where a dam is.
So all I could do was encrypt it, set it in cipher
Mystify the simple truth, make it palatable to others
Cloud the message, obscure it, dress it in hayricks
Making of it, nothing but a riddled muddle.
It was my sorrow that what I had was not wanted
I saw I was, and would be, ever alone.



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