Monarch’s Miracle

Monarch’s Miracle

This Gemini and I, he two faces of truelove
inspired by original sin; He and I have trouble.

We own trouble like the diamond jeweler
owns the loupe;
We own trouble like the school of trout
owns the group;
We own trouble like the gaggle of chicken
owns the coop.

We are trouble.

We
are a trouble steeped in an unkempt and
timeless and stolid and solid and steamed bath
of clear water as if a special pyramid tea. We are a
trouble which is seemingly dipped in what seems
an immovable, cloying and irrepressible oppression.
Baptized in animus, we are trouble indeed.

We
are trouble. A
trouble deep as Antarctic waters and just as cold. A
trouble resilient as unwatered cacti in the Sahara,
stubborn & determined & bold as their thorns;
A trouble oft’ times found nearing the end
of an evolution. Perhaps we are the Phoenix
which breaks free of the flame, the ashes a demure,
yet wonderfully enunciated déjà vu of our past-to-present
move forward; Maybe we are the contents of the chrysalis,
owning escape as remnants of such a humble abode
incessantly reminds us of the caterpillars
we once were?

Shall we be the fetuses that were once
encased in the warmth of a mother’s womb,
the very thought of life manifest as if a haiku poem
brought to fruition by the hand of God?

​[HAIKU]
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