by Tyrone Graham

Created on: March 20, 2010

Lighthouse

(Pt. Cyclops)

                A light finger

of funneled extroversion

flickers ’midst flutter

of straining eyes

red-rimmed – revolves

in constant, continuous,

ceaseless sweep

sleepless: seeking:

searching, ere for survivors,

storm-swathed ships

– in danger imminent

of being swept aside,

sundered, swallowed,

pulled under – ’tween

mountainous waves;

mammoth, menacing,

monstrous monarchs

of primeval realm

– steep swell, deepening well;

poised for knell,

to take toll, polling prospects

that would shelter take –

flee to leeward;

run for refuge;

harbouring hopes

of haven, closeting cove;

beeline for barricades

behind breakers, bastions:

if only headway

through blind faith

… potential prey

to submerged, shifting

sandbar and shoal,

rugged rock, reef, atoll;

winds’ whims’ victims,

even, captive to current

caper capricious …

while Cyclops cone

answers, in its fashion,

fervent prayer.

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