By Ali
Date: 2007 Feb 09
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In the Midst of Hubris

Unpretentious, there is no lie here,
nor half-lie, or hobbled truth--
perhaps I merely feign innocence,
a half-reflection
of partial shadow--things split
down the middle
of reason.  I never have believed
in the dissection of logic, never put
power in the hands of rationalization--
a fickle demi-god of insolence,
a meager creation
of man, in the midst of hubris:
I've pieced together
more than you might guess.

If I could be saved, I still might ask it,
despite all things, discovered and deceiving,
but the self that desired saving,
that brief shadow is a phantom,
and it seems that loss was merely a jumping off point,
a starting place
for a new incarnation.

I know reality, in the cold guise
of day-to-day perseverance,
but even my own decisions
seem to tremble
in the presence of fate--
I am still, intent
and intense, and I wait
for the precise moment,
unassuming
and ready to listen.