People of Goda, the Clan of Tubal Cain

Hindsight.

One eye upon the world I keep

One eye within my soul so deep.

One soft heart that bleeds for all

One heart beating, till I fall.

One Mind to know the whim of fate,

One Mind alone, sensing the bait.

My arms about thee wildly flail,

My arms, hang taut ‘pon the nail.

My legs, now flaccid, dance no more;

My legs, wither slowly, to the core.

My body writhes in death’s embrace,

My body, soothed finds peace, apace.

One soul to flee this thriving hell,

One soul freed by the blessed bell.

One godhead calling out my name,

One godhead smiling, renews the game.

For Life is life, and death is death,

But death is life and life is death.

She pulls the cords and all must shift,

She pulls them not, to cast adrift.

One darkened night of the soul to bear

One darkened eternity of despair.

Reeled in, I am of no concern,

Reeled in, turn, and again I turn.

Upon Her great wheel, grinding, all,

Be swift, be sharp, drop not the ball.

Upon Her great wheel, grinding, all,

Be swift, be sharp, drop not the ball.

~ by meanderingsofthemuse on May 4, 2015.

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