Awakening on the other side of catharsis
Returning from a coma of unknowable extent
Baffled, aghast, dumbfounded
A sort of enter scene
I repossess body, reason and sentience
My sorrow a ready mnemonic
Like bitterness wafted under-nose
I'm birthed again
Into my own awareness
That black dog and that old friend
And I begin to remember...
In place to assassinate his holiness
I was supposed to arrive, pass through
Cease, or retire, have learned, or come home to graduate
But the alleged rite of passage eludes me
There is only another horizon
This memoir more a saga than a simple tale
Beginning and end seem synonyms
Impossible to trace and nevertheless infinite
There is always another horizon
Set up to slaughter god, but now it's time I kill
I, entitled to my death and passing
Now pass nothing but time
Endless frontier, awash with years
Eternal pilgrim, brimming with tears
So this is survival
