RESURRECTION
I am the Resurrection.
Every morning I drag myself from my bed.
Rolling away the heavy sheet I wrapped around myself
for comfort,
All night long.
Jesus, where’s the fucking coffee-filter?
Jesus, you don’t have the muscle anymore
that it takes,
To roll the weight I’ve been rolling away, every day
From the mouth of my cave.
Here we are again . . .
Awake, but blurry-eyed,
Look at the lives we’ve each brought back from the dead:
From the cave of shadows,
From the dancing on the walls.
Fire animates the walls
(There is fire is in the whole).
But the bad impersonation of the sun
These dancing flames assume
Leave me adrift.
Floating in a sea of my own shortcomings.
Who are you, reading this?
And who do you suspect this voice to to be ?
You and I?
We are just meeting here by chance.
Somewhere outside of time
Somewhere in these words.
Somewhere near the entrance
Of this cave that each of us,
So gradually emerges from.
igorgoldkind
The Poesie of Igor Goldkind – Reciting Truth to Power 