Twins

We hang from cliff's edge
Quiet
A dormant virus that percolates in peril
And feeds like a parasite.

The serpent swallows his own tail in a circling O
As he signals the end of times.
Will the universe stop expanding to snap
Like a rubber band back to primal nothing
Then stretch again a pregnant belly?
The scars are noticeable now.

Blue Krishna flashes before the white mountain
And guards the snowy top from a lotus flower.
Who reigns there?

The beaver will finish gnawing the Great Pole.
Save us! We wail to the heavens, to anyone who answers prayers.
Silence
The sun's fire burns our throat and we devour explosion.
We fear eternal nothing alone with dread
Holding hands ever tighter.

Unwanted Romulus and Remus abandoned in the sun.
Lupus nourishes, provides life.
But one twin kills the other. Cain kills Abel.
Death. Life.
Apollo and Artemis.
Kuat and Iae.
Ahriman and Ahura Mazda.
Sun and Moon, Good and Evil.

Jesus said, “Have you found the beginning, then,
That you are looking for the end? You see
The end will be where the beginning is.”

He said, “Congratulations to the one who stands at the beginning. That one will know the end and will not taste death.”

Can we trust him?

A religious zealot smacks the grimace from your face
And thinks the doubt goes with it.
He fails to save even the worthiest
For he also is unworthy.

I don’t let my spirit go.
I hold it captive
Inside my body.
Blink and the lights may go out.
But who can we listen to if not our own hearts?
Mine has been mute many years.
“Speak,” I say and all I hear is a hum,
No words.

The end comes as a blinding flash in my dream.
I wake up wet-faced.
I only fear the time I don’t wake
So shackle my life even tighter.
The end may have a twin, though.
The end –
The beginning.
Will we know the difference when it comes?

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