Acrostic: Burn Me to Dust, Father Helios
©8-22-21, Olan L. Smith
Burn to the core, my components, Father Helios!
Undo me, spread my ashes to the winds
Ruin my depth, turn my spirit to fires of space
Never remember my designation, my essence.
Mother and father both, you create me from
Ether, foundations of your heart, from fires no one
Touches.
Only, I respect the fervors of life, never are you
Dimmed until such phase when mass
Undermines your structure and you detonate!
Stars create stars, create all, construct life,
Transposed atoms into mass from oblivion,
Forever, in the blackness of fluidity, no finale
And no start, only Is and I Am exist, naught is more.
Theaters in the heavens, stories in performance, actors
Holding their spot on the stage of forever wondering
Each moment is their last; they come from nothingness, from
Random collisions of energy, of Push and Pulls struggle?
Heaven is all we have, the stars in the night the sun sears
Eternity into existence, but no one claps, no one
Laughs at the punch line of the irony, nothing-to-nothing.
Imminent, forever nothingness that is it, all of nothing recycling
Over and over, time after time the ego is, and it is not.
Self knows only self, in short manners in a great vastness, opaqueness.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
