A hemisphere away
I'm stuck to bear the gridlock
in the corridor
of lukewarm indecisions.
Like the voyagers of yore,
I've always thought that nothing
changes more than the faces of the seasons;
but I've discovered none too late
that indifference, garbed in the garment
of fraternal concern,
conceals the vested mantra of autumn:
"In the name of God, in the name of God."
It's all in the name of dominion.
Unfazed and unruffled I wait
for the ocean to cover the earth,
for the earth to swallow the ocean,
for the ocean and the earth
to bring about