Witness

A dictionary for broken and misused words.
Antiquated sorrows and ever reaching currs.
I congratulated your self-defeat.
As you walked by, myopic, down the street.
And I sought your endless display
Of rhythm capturing the heart.

You knew how to start a poem.
How to make the rules wither,
And the words roam.

I sought refuge in your destiny.
A great person with infinite testimony.
You knew how to speak the truth.

I relinquished my witness to the event.
And was lost in an instant forever in soul's content.
Remaking, refaking, idolizing threat.

You were more than I sought, could seek or build.
I knew I would never enter your sanctuary.
I foretold my own limit in quiet recess.

Knowing what is good but full of regret.
Sage seeing sanctifies his "logos".
I sought to know the myth.
"Mythos" making mirth with legal rhymes.

Statutory books of witness to idols.
I regretted the extra dimensions
And called the vet.
Breaking dogs baying in self-defeat.
Ulysses withers on the beach.

I cured the rabies; like Frankenstein I sought to make cherubs fly in mystic scientific rhythm of my caprice.
I even sought to evangelise the priest.
Of pictures perfect poor traits of agonised meaning.
Squandered dealing with the rhythm and the rhyme.

You knew what it was
And I sought that which would make it,
from outside my dillusive witnessing.
Conducive to misappropriation, consternation and regretted function.

But what could I bridge, when gaps set the traps to my endeavours.
Silent hegemony of those that come before.
Zombies to creativity of breaking flow.
I screamed. I cried. NO! Such "go" breaks upon itself.

Meter meanders through the bookshelf dragging words behind it.
And I seek retribution in improvisation of instant deaths of meaning,
Love's eyes gleaning, glint, and glittering in the dust.
Will all my words mould or combust?

To those who've gone before.