Earth would close its many doors,
slamming each in a synchronized roar.
I opened my eyes upon the new dawn,
to enjoy the presentation of it all.
Gone were the days of taking notes,
forged in pedigree scrawl.
Here the words I wrote
grew legs and away would crawl.
I'm a fashionable perennial bloom,
caught in a change of time.
Gone with the wind, it was all too soon,
my past was no longer mine.
Born into a new world,
I was presented with gifts abound.
Immersed in presence of the unheard,
three wise heads I am blessed to shift around.
The youngest of three, Gold she would give.
Need not to harness the shine, I would.
Your presence: I will understand, admit
to not knowing you well, I should.
The middle of three, Myrrh she would give.
The pleasure would strike consistently.
Your presence: the light of life, inhibit
the tension that is building persistently.
The elder of three, Frankincense she gave.
By the name of Abraham, of evil you rid me.
Your presence: essential through the night, you made
me unlock this tension building persistently.
They desired my company
from spring to fall
and when winter came
I wished to stand tall.
They embraced my complexity
the next spring to fall
and when summer came
I should have ended it all.
The three would control me
from spring to fall
and when autumn came
I'd have to end it all.
Thrown in waters not preferred,
I was tangled in words aloof.
The three heads of the women converged
and thus Hydra had living proof.
I got caught in the perennial doom,
caught in the death of a time.
Gone with the wind, sharp like a harpoon,
The serpentine sucked the blood of mine.
Gone was the family for which I hoped,
forged in pedigree scrawl.
Here, Hydra that I loathed
grew legs and away would crawl.
Hydra opened its many pores,
melting poison through the floor.
I would close my eyes at the crucified dawn,
but I did enjoy the presentation of it all.
Artwork: Kristian Zenz