THE WITHERING FLAUTIST

Crawling towards the silent apogee
of a certain lost battle
Your body gives away
under the colossal burden
of the evanescence of life
With few unknown
unrecognized,unfinished
dulcets as your vestige embellishment
you recite truth
through the lies of your flute
and dream of the wild roses
nourished by your body
that would spread
the mellifluous fable of your heart
to the cadaver of this craven generation

You dream and you crawl
while you walk past
the pinnacle of soulessness
The tunnels of distorted doctrine
reach the nadir
of a mindless search
for the ever transient truth
of this ever transient world

Yet your spirited verve
takes the form of
a smitten zephyr
and music flows
from your penurious flute
as the pellucid water
from the holy spring
and resuscitates many
a withered soul and being
gives many a face
many a dream....





THANX old man...
for a piece of ur dream...

n thanx .... my AIR.....