At The Opera

 

 

                So here we are,

Pondering God yet again,

The melody of same sized

Scenario’s replayed over and over

Yet we, feign unknowing for

The outcome, of all those famous,

Familiar, sad lamented songs.

 

We’ll pretend,

Just you and I – like every

Multitude and mutilated sin;

Where desperation for forgiveness

Denies truth at our very own,

Our very own request,

And we’ll watch the video’s burn!

 

                Burn away,

                Burn away,

Burn like the laziest of candles,

Where the flicker moves as slowly,

As slow in motion that notions

Of our new found speed make fallacy

                                                                Of time,

Make drab and dreary days of inconsequential

Parodies worth living for their excitement

And existence, and experience, becomes

Bold in the reverie of prediction.

 

                But once starved of oxygen,

Once snuffed,

Once snatched,

The darkness only will persist,

And the light - like the flash of a soul

That speeds recovery from the heavens,

Will no longer live within at all,

And the dreams be nothing more

Than memory of the paradise of futures,

That lost the will to live,

And blind be all that begged

The onslaught of an encore;

An act;- deceiving God, by an operatic kiss.

 

 

Michael J Waite 0001hrs 15^th October 2010.