As A Man Thinketh

July 3, 2017 - Poetry

As a man thinketh, so is he:
Words rising from the sea, smiling
In a soul of darkness and light.

As I think.

Then I am crude and cold, an
Astronaut exploring the depths of space,
Stuck in Roman times, caught in the race
To find the passage to the Indies
And a cure for cancer and loneliness.

As I think.

Then I am kind and warm, an
Admixture of demons and angels
Fighting dragons and fairies,
Tossed with a healthy, wary
Dose of skepticism and faith.

As I think.

Then I am you.
Lewd and aloof. Haughty, cruel,
Beloved, friendly, and true.
A golden heart studded with coal.
A heart of coal, streaked with gold.

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