The Choice Golem 4-9-98
Sitting in a natural field of blue
Visiting a sky that no longer cried,
The victim sighed as the air turned red,
And his golem leapt from beneath the sheets.
Blazing with a desire hidden by time
And avoided by the simplest deceptions of smiles,
The nuclear man sheds his plodding account
And gambles for the new life, meant to be his.
Screaming in quick-speed stop-motion photography,
Our alien jumps across our perception into
The realm of finite desire and wishful thoughts.
Sipping the nectar that fills his life.
Built the support structure, created the world,
Gave it enough security to hold,
Gave it enough elastic to push him forward,
The king of the universe, the victim of terror.
Drinking the water that fills his day,
He sits, dazed, wondering, figuring,
When to break, when to die, when to escape,
When is everything just perfect,
So he can begin to sleep.
So much love filled his life, he recalls,
So much tenderness and anger
Boiled with a pinch of envy,
And filled with the fruit of passion.
So many reasons to look back,
There always are…
So many reasons to jump ahead,
There always will be.
Choices are the work of golems
That wake from fiery beds while
The blue sky is consumed by clouds
Which rain cool sweet nectar upon him.
So arbitrary, so unconcerned,
Just a bit of luck, whatever comes your way,
Ride that wild ride, Mr. Toad, ride it.
But you'd best jump for the better train.
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