Plateau

sometimes
i fear that i may never
again
rap my knuckles
on the dome of the universe
hearing
in that vibration
the immutable hum of
enigma

the breath of life
elastic, invigorating
as the pull
of charismatic speech
or the company of
invincible

that i resigned too soon
to the fates of
paupers
and did not pursue
honor
among the pantheon of
learned men

poor was my vestment,
my scabbard
and pen
with it i created,
dreamed
and will die

i may never know a life
other
than the that i’ve lived
or have loved
the small bit of earth
that i’ve owned

© Emerys Watchel, 2017 All rights reserved.

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