The Light Has Gone From My Eyes

The light has gone from my eyes.

I can see it in the mirror

when I can bear to look.

Magic now, seems like nothing more

than mis-direction.

Wanting more than

the "usual experience",

has cost me

everything

(I gladly payed),

but my obedience.

Here, where I was born,

in imagination,

and will die and have died before

is no place

for these

circumstances,

these

predicaments.

Just the parsing

asks more

than can be asked of this race

without

a

....

consequence.

And so,

I-am-without

: consequence.

At odds

with the odds,

an oddity

with bad

odds,

made odder yet,

by being here

still.

The "personal universe", only imagined.

The world of love, only imagined.

Yet, imaginable.
 

Everything else is

only toiled for,

only degraded for,

only sacrificed for,

only suffered for.

Yet earned

One. could be;  the other, has.

Alethic/Deontic/Epistemic

My heart and soul/My place/My Life

The light has gone out of my eyes

in this place.

My life is

up for grabs.

Interpretation without consequence

has done me in.

Free of punishment or reward

it has been

un

               imaginative.

Somewhere, in an office, sits a man,

a man you love and admire,

and on his wall

hangs Kipling's "If"

and you know this man

is that man.

Somewhere in an office, sits the same man,

and you don't love and admire him

and on his wall

the same poem

and this arrogant man thinks everyone is losing their heads

and blaming it on him

you know this is why it is on the wall.

This is what you have imagined

as you read it

The light has gone out in my eyes

their time is up

I am anonymous