resurrection (200 miles from home)

i died the day thunderstorm
crosses the boundary of the
Red Sea into the Sahara,
and i died looking at diamonds
glitter in your eyes

i died the day the fortress
of my heart mugged to
incapacitation by the plundering
clutches of white lipped men
denied of its contractions of it's

perfusion i'm stone-like, shocked; until a
reverberation in my ear provokes
me to stand up to the mountain of
needles silhuouetted on a haemorrhagic skyline
summarily i lived

irises let light through like prisms
without colourations or subjectivity
and i tinkered with this tangible
polemical resurrection
how was it that death i feared?

how was it that i returned with virgin objectivity?

that now i hate sunflowers clawing at the wind
or when crabs repose at the prospect of impending tsunami
again this reexistence burns
like a never ending cruise into the horizon
only to find that another beckons

this voyage, this odyssey
like a defeated attempt in quest for
sateity that expires before i disentagle
the convoluted codes of purpose;
futility in the face of casuistic exertion.

terminally the grey hair on my head ruffles
in the wind strand by strand
as i looked into the depthless
the dance of particles on the rainbow and
dust on rays of light on the beaming surface of the ocean

that separates struggle and hope
where no one can understand the war of another's
the gadgets of war are natatorial
the white lipped men are cunning, they are
paraplegic but they still swim, yes they do

with their arms and vehemence
there is no world i do not fear
there is no world without fear.