schism

i emptied myself,

overwhelmed,

against my will

until,

i saw

the indescribable beauty,

of a pristine lake

take

my soul captive

to,

without fail,

capable still

to mesmerize

by majestic mountains

risen far beyond

horizon’s green,

of every hue

surrounding,

my hypnotized view

of this short lived scene

i wept inside,

at the thought,

of being here,

imprisoned,

unable to partake,

unable to,

but merely touch,

with my eye

reticent to wake,

much less able,

to keep,

even ’til forever,

of course,

due to,

ungodly stress

i am not even near,

being,

a being of forever

though,

i know,

some outcomes,

yield fear,

of a certainty

barging in

mixed with

a tantalizing brief,

spindly glimpse,

of utter beauty

unable to quench that,

utter torture

for in the mornings’ morrow,

i shall have to release,

what little of this,

mingled with much sorrow

for even the memory

of what i have

come to understand

will be shattered,

with the realization,

of the vanity,

to even think

that i should ever

even hope to keep,

and lose it all

in a sleep

forced to wake

to what is truth,

while i see

black vultures,

surrounding,

the decomposing carcass,

of a downed elephant

once majestic,

alive,

benevolent beast,

awesome creature

its tusks missing,

rotting,

in the african savanah

disturbing,

the swarms of morbid,

wild flies

feasting on death,

does impinge,

impales my wish,

for utter peace