Hand of Ananke
Zachary eases back in the big swing on his big porch in his “rundown” neighborhood.… http://wp.me/s242Hp-3317
I was born
one billion years ago
in the hearts
of a thousand stars
The long lonely void
was my cradle
my nursery
My bath
and my nurse maid
Until I came here
to walk
breath
think
grieve
praise
and stumble
with
on
and over
my uncountable
brothers and sisters
Minutes dilate into hours
as the wandering mass
of humanity passes by
witless to your purpose
willing to ignore
Your cheek bones ache
form forcing the inviting smile
on your eager young face
exhausted from your efforts
to mock the Siryn’s call
You hold promise in your hands
run off on a laser printer
deliverance from every ill
from every cunning carnivore
that threatens their fragile worlds
Your time is stretched to infinity
as theirs is pressed to a single moment
and you see you offer too much
and they see you offer too much
too much for them to carry
