Pertain or perish, but to choose either is to accomplish

Glorious tides of Time, take me along on your intempestive ride,

above the fathoms that my mind cannot reach to disallow,

above the reasoning sighs and unreasonable doubts

above the fatuous mist of convalescent youth

to a forlorn empire in which I alone may hide;

past the successful populace, the achievers, the rising marriages

past those who have been given a world to taste and question not

empirical knowledge

past the dreaming dreamers who seek, insouciant to become the dream

and become one with it, the brimming bastards

with no fortune to long for but hereditary clauses of war;

past the alluring beasts of modernity and their effortless stride

weighed down neither by age, self, memory or pride;

Let me writhe in the waves of withering old age

when I am apt and admitted to possess my own being,

when I need not weep upon future's fruitlessness

nor wonder, wailing upon the past's imprint,

when I may trust everything to have attained meaning,

when I need not strive to participate in the deaf city's jest

of fashionable howls and pretty pirouettes

when the only knock on my door will be life's last grace to be had

when the torrents shan't flood my indisposed head;

And I will greet the sirens of storms and Sisyphean wastelands

with the welcome of insatiable sailors and I'll outchant them

in evasive promiscuity;

we'll congregate in the sea's vast belly and reminisce

upon our straying from faith, from fortuitous existence

and the lure of matter, gravity, sentience

that made us slaves to the progenies of science;

Bounteous Time, pray, breeze me away

from the rapacious rulers of this dead century

from their deically challenged disciples who need no precept to walk,

and hold only mechanical extensions that attach them to human thought

take me, I beseech you, to the womb of the world,

quiet, undying refuge from the beasts of hunger

who'll strangle desire at its birth and never be patient enough

to await the crowning of worth.

I've got the peace I had been longing for

So what can I do if I may fight no more?

I can only be in my entity

and roaming alone in autocratic fields

I may only be free.

Outside my dominion there is no place for me

So why persist in a world with no belonging

and waste food, air, water, resources

that I'll take no more because I cannot give back

and when I do the pestilent rugrats take what's mine

and make artificial magic out of it.

Take me, I admonish

Let me get lost in the currents

Free me from my mortal liberty

and let me gracefully disappear

in the dark fathoms of your incommensurable heresy.

The moon is at my parlance's position this eve

perchance a savior in its own right-

and in my tumorous desolation

I might be persuaded by its regalia insight.