Autodidact

autodidact, I am

beginning to imitate the

cacophony of life without

direction.

each naked moment

fragile and fleeting

gestates behind my eyes

haunted and helpless may I heal.

/

immemorial statues

jailed by time and

kaleidoscopic in their kindness

lichen sprouting from their

marble flesh to

nurse my cosmic worry.

offer me beauty in the unknown

pulse.

/

querent, I am

reflective to a fault and

stuck in motion, orbiting

today and tomorrow with

unsettled inspiration as

Venus embodies flighty charm

watchful for the next spark of

xanthic light, suspended

/

yearning, my eyes lift to

zenith, at last.

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Publication credit: 'Autodidact' first appeared in Bitter Melon Review Issue 1