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Colossal Wreck
Once upon an immensely long trek in the lands of Ozymandias, Almost exactly when that iconic wanderer, Abraham, set out, Who'd been called, from his relatively comfortable familial life, In that lush-green Tigris and Euphrates Mesopotamian Ur of the Chaldees, To follow his blood-rushing instincts, emotions, and blind hopes, As they were beckoned by a very authoritatively persuasive voice . . .
Once upon an ancient Fertile Crescent sojourn I undertook, Time invited me to make acquaintance with that Father of Nations, Spend the night with him and his wife, Sarai, their child, Isaac. And wouldn't you know I'd say no, not yes, to our destinies' intersection, Break bread and bed down, instead, With Abraham's cast-out concubine and son, Hagar and Ishmael?
To this day, I wish I'd not chosen to go my own way, Reject that near-crossing of potentially monumental paths, Ignore, abnegate greatness when it all but pinched me on the elbow, Showing my allegiance, instead, to a colossal wreck in the desert, Who bore a frown, a sneer of arrogance and cold command — A mere pharaoh, compared with the Creator of breath and death.
Once upon these late days of my incipient terrestrial twilight, Spending endless nights mired in elegiac lamentation, Crying over the burning question I've never stopped asking, As to why I decided to devote my soul to Ozymandias, Not align my fate with that of Avram, the Hapiru sand dweller, Rather bow down to Ahmadinejad, not Netanyahu, Allah, not YHWH,
I realize that the reason why is indeed too painfully obvious: Even before the whole notion, the primordial idea, of life on Earth Arose behind God's eyes, in flame-shaping flesh and bone, He envisioned the ultimate race-hatred against Abraham's nations, Which was fomented the moment Isaac and Ishmael parted paths — The Nazi Final Solution — and so bid shalom/salaam, to mankind.
11/10/12 - (2)
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