Like a pagan
Believing in nothing,
I am ridden in this rotten wood.
Absurd with this abusive world,
Virtues are lost with this rabble crowd.
Like a raccoon hidden in its abyss
I lay cuddled here. left in loneliness
With no-around; no one to interfere
My limbs refuse to move now.
My bowels don’t seek permission anymore.
My eyes are tired too open .
Like a new-born with teeth yet to grow
I lay and wonder.
Pride held no -more.
Love not desired for.
The will shadowed down with miseries.
I still wonder.
Dusted from the dust, There is that sacramental beauty
With eyes that took hearts.
With beauty that took lama’s naked.
Held now only in that sacrosanct frame.
I look at it and wonder.
I wonder looking at her pride;
Looking at her unflagging beauty,
Looking at her is a vicarious pleasure.
And I wonder why can’t I be that Maria again? Captured in frame so beautiful,
Than this Maria now imbued and willing to abjure.
Cuddled down, I wonder.
I Wonder about the journey traveled,
Wonder about the days of youth and pride,
Wonder about those changes.