OASIS – first draft, Brandon Nobles
An empty coffee cup has cast
a stagnant halo on the glass
The glass of rum has long been drunk,
the sin of the scholar, sin of the monk,
of trying to look God in the face
to demand
A trial in regards to the design of Man:
That we were made flawed, commanded to be right
Unable to change by plan but gifted with infection
In this light what are we
buta selfish scab collection
For an idiot whose Creation long cast off
His tyranny and lust to be the Boss;
And so threw back another around, let be!
For once empty it remains, empty!
On the other hand the Data duly shows,
There could be no prayer answered or foretold,
For if one choice be made by an all-knowing Mind,
The details are known for once and all of time!
And thus what is to come is a rerun already seen;
In which the timeless creation horribly mocks his seed!
From the Sheik to the Peasant in his Jeep
Which grew from oil spills, green
A hundred years from now who knows,
What camelids will prod and pack that road,
That once Tamur the Lame’s swift horses trode!
Let judgement come and stare it in the face,
Look at the all-judging eye and hold your place!
For the wind that blew us from the other side
Is quick to blow us out the other – and in haste!
But this Oasis standing twixt the two
That bid us passage through the Dew
That we may say that we passed Through!
brandon the writer | author & staff writer for sir swag 