The Poem that Escaped Me

The Poem that escaped Me

The mind offers itself up
To mundane moments
Basic fundamental needs
to be met
to keep running on empty
Treadmill motions
on well oiled clogs.

Bur time's relentless machine
Reminds us
that through every point
In space
Through every Android motion
We are losing
Real time.

I  an arrow
Shot by careless archer
Cruelly freed by apathy
into indifference
Cruelty leaping
Towards
own destruction.

Meanwhile in
High indifference,
The mighty Archer
strings another arrow
From its quivering
Quick silver bow,
Quiver full of
Potential strokes
of quasi intelligence.

Pottery wrought
To life,
endlessly
Wheeling through
mindless machinations.

Quite alone and forsaken
Quietly without shame,
I sink into quicksands
Of nameless doubts
Dubious quagmires
Of futile despair.

The swollen life sap
In my bones
warming to your sunshine
Lifts up for one
Last lazy look.

Feckless fair Archer
Sun bright subroutine
What Luciferian function
Do you serve?

Do you remember each arrow
Shot off your flippant bow
Never to return
In jet streams of ebony oblivion?

Lift me up
Launch me again
Through ecstasy
And this time
I will escape
Leap through
wormholes of chance
Into wondrous Earths
Of discovery.

Or gladly sink
Into the altar
Of Mother earth
As my arc
Curves to her
Imperious Gravity.

Crushed cold comfort.

Either way
compressed pain
Changes compass,
The direction of
My arrowhead.

I leave
The way
I came. 

(c) Amrita Valan 2016