Dust-Devils Of Time. Adaya Marcel.

Dust-Devils of Time.

Adaya Marcel.

My legs, frozen in the quagmire of indecision,

tread deeply in confusion and transfusion;

knee-deep in a propensity to sleep,

I am a freak of time.

I alight with the moon

retire with the monsoon;

I am infested with "too soons" 

and their residual doom.

Who is this creature,

what is her nature and

departure time from mystery's station?

That she cannot feel the walls of infinity

shows She is no longer rational,

but is perhaps delusionally free.

How can she see her way clear to clarity

if her eyes are turned towards

the corner of the universe?

Who will be her nurse?

Who can quench her thirst

and propel an ocean of understanding

to quell her despising the lack of bonding

between all Earthlings

when she gallops away on her hearse?

Who will be her nurse?

Who else, but the inverted universe

cradling a heart born in reverse;

the bells of humanity are sounding with a typical peal,

the nurse, the goddess, the fire, the water, the seal

of compassion are as real as a dust devil in the desert.

Dust-devils of time

 will peel your skin off if you stand too near,

but what is it.....is it really there;

is it the stuff picked up, or is it just the wind?

Yes the light of Truth dispels

all raging thirst, at first, and then 

quiets the squealing child;

the corner of the Universe can

precociously thrill the hungry mind

and give a heart permission

to be a violet wildflower.