Legend’s End

In the beginning when the soup was stirred

In the beginning we only know what we heard

In the beginning all the faces were blurred

In the beginning was the word that meant a word

The net I set is a self-spun web

Still and silent through surge and ebb

The trick is not calling the catch too soon

Drag the diamonds in by the clock of the moon

Schools of thought in current streams

Past pockets of ice and scalding steam

Weaving in the wake between extremes

Plucking pearls from debris of abandoned dreams

Just a matter of time

Till I hook one on the line

Bound to be a lucky strike

Coming down the pike

Serve it up on a silver tray

When I finally land the catch of the day

There was no time before time began

No space but a race to track time’s span

Bounding round the bend

When tenses and senses

Blur and blend
Where tale and teller

Together transcend
At the legend’s end

I have hitchhiked the trails of spice

For visions that struck me blind

I’ve twice toured the veils of vice

For a glance at virtues cloaked behind

I’ve fallen in and out of countless traps

Along the way to buried treasure

I’ve found and lost more ancient maps

Than I could ever measure

I’ve seen seas of heartless harpies

Shred a sailor’s soul to ribbons

My blood is quite rich in irony

So my laughter might be forgiven

I’ve sailed to the center of the Sun and back

Embarked on many fruitless quests

Searching for heroes in a haystack

And igniting the firebird’s nest

There was no time before time began

No space but a race to track time’s span

Bounding round the bend

When tenses and senses

Blur and blend
Where tale and teller

Together transcend
At the legend’s end

The rhythm of waves in rise and fall

Sliding on skates since before I could crawl

Surfing the surface and riding the brink

Of emerald empires swaying in sync

Stories are what the sunshine becomes

Eroded to the speed of solid concrete

Pulsing out rhythms of phantom atoms

Bouncing to the beat of galactic heat

In the end all the stories fall into one

In the end all the worries roll into the sun

In the end all the glories turn tail and run

In the end we’ll know we’ve barely begun

There was no time before time began

No space but a race to track time’s span

Bounding round the bend

When tenses and senses

Blur and blend
Where tale and teller

Together transcend
At the legend’s end

In the end no cares what tea used to cost

In the end the sea forgets where the treasures were lost

In the end no one knows the miles we crossed

Chasing rainbows and enduring the frost

Yesterday’s timber is tinder tomorrow

Passing to ash for the future to borrow

Shedding skeletons like a worn set of threads

Amber melts as gold spins out of lead


In the end it’s just you and the void

In the end only you know what you might have destroyed

In the end only you know if the means you employed

Was worth what you paid and what you enjoyed

There was no time before time began

No space but a race to track time’s span

Bounding round the bend

When tenses and senses

Blur and blend
Where tale and teller

Together transcend
At the legend’s end


February 18, 2017. Category: airlift, Word Jazz.

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