TAMAM SHUD

Days drop as rain fast falling on a lake –

Dissolve, consumed in fluid give and take;

Each ripple swiftly lost to greater flow,

Death after life, death before life, one blink awake!

This spring tide draws wherever it shall go –

Truth plays I spy with all that minds will know;

In unheard herd lies hiding in the word,

No exit status

DO

LOOP UNTIL 0.

Thought weaves a path to wander from occurred –

Decouples tracks from trains of the absurd;

Non-diegetic music frames the cut,

With feelings of another self preferred.

The circle closes ‘tho no door is shut –

Exclusus amator longs to rebut;

A moment’s pleasure savours pain’s delight,

Desire shamed submits to naked strut.

Love paired ascends as beating wings in flight –

Hope flies then drags as dreams soar t’wards the light;

I suck your mother tongue into my mouth,

Bite future tense as catgut tuned too tight.

To taste the brine mad compass sends ships south –

No one is there but echoes sounding out;

Thirsty mariner tempted by sea tears,

Cries her own ocean to escape from drought.

Her sails are filled with winds of mortal fears –

In dread of landfall as the shoreline nears;

It takes a sea to build up a rogue wave,

And island life to disappear the years.

And so their work was done.