the gods i, the gods ii, the gods iii, the gods iv, the gods v, the gods vi, the gods vii, the gods viii, the gods ix, the gods x, the gods xi, the gods xii
the gods x by Donald Kuspit
we have become strangers
to ourselves,
like the dead.
but stuck between eternity
and time we are neither
dead nor alive
but hopelessly naïve,
birds that must always return
to the ark of memory
for no fresh land is ever in sight.
the only freshness is our flight,
for earth spoiled
by impiety
can no longer see the sky.
we must breed
our own destinies
with words,
for they alone can break
our fall when
our wings finally falter,
dropping us
into the meaninglessness.
there at last we wonder
with no net
of consciousness
to catch us
before we become completely
unconscious.
Poetry
© 2005-2008 Per Contra: The International Journal of the Arts, Literature and Ideas
the gods x by Donald Kuspit
