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A Man Was Born

Imagine this...

A man was born… died… and then was reborn
without the knowledge of who he was before.
This man could not be told,
he had to find himself on his own.
He searched outside of the self for years,
didn't find himself,
found instead that he wouldn't know,
couldn't earn the right to do so.

He then went on a journey
only to find himself alone
searching blindly with new eyes
given him by the one he didn't know,
the one he couldn't have known,
never knew, blind to the truth of who he was.
He wept, he pled with Creation to let him go.

The answer was, No.

What a cruel test of the will,
what a sad testament to fate.
Too soon he stumbled,
too soon, too damned late.

Time’s up! March on now!
Move along, you don’t belong!

See him tumble, stumble headlong,
see him move along
and warble such a tragic love song.

What a cruel joke, what a spiteful worship,
what a misguided missile shot from empty sockets,
the ramshackle spirit using him for sport,
a game of laughing Gods plummeting from rockets
bent toward their own sad reflection,
eyes tilted upon him in their rejection,
hands wrung of a prideful deception.

Before the fall, pride came around,
came to kneeling,
gazing in the mirror upon the ground
and within the ceiling.

Stand up, he asked of them,
remember who I am?
He begged them, Speak,
tell me the truth of Me?

The answer was, No.

What a cruel test of the will,
what a sad testament to fate.
Too soon he stumbled,
too soon, too damned late.

Time’s up! March on now!
Move along, you don’t belong!

Cowards.

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime



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