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tofa ([personal profile] tofa) wrote2010-06-24 01:39 am
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Withered Home

Rent and withered my mind is torn
twixt unstable base and suffering banked
Scant is this landscape
frequented oft by that beast forlorn

For what am I now to do.
That great monolith must be put
"To be or not to be
that is the question".
Is it noble of my mind to cease?
Or must it suffer the endless convolutions?

But such is the void
into which from my lofty mantle
I have peered.
I know that there is no refuge
in being or not.
Surely Hamlet that tired prince
Could have perceived the foul mind
that doth delude.

I did once proclaim vociferously
with majesty in my beat
"For how strangely is my
suffering beleaguered by
the events of my existence"
Such rose tinted spectacles now
cast far, too far away. Sway
oh sway demented fields in your morning mist
do not dread this.

I know now that I have returned
sweet in its way exquisite
to end perhaps this Haiku.
"The behemoths beleaguer benevolently"
For surely they must as
my homecoming long overdue
is upon us. My mind, I am returned.

Rent and withered my mind is torn
twixt unstable base and suffering banked
Scant is this landscape
frequented oft by that beast forlorn.

[personal profile] jaydee 2010-06-23 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"behemoths beleaguer benevolently" is a wondrous line.