I’m trapped in my own deriding hedonism
I have only poverty
No wages to trade with
I’m in debt
Before the next profit comes
When given to myself
I’m violent and stammering
Then valiant chastity
comes on calvary
An unsuspected man
At midnight
Lowers his hood
Permitting a glance
At the earthy brilliance His face is
And with no word
Motions me to look down
At the hoof prints from his long traveled horse
That have created a path
Clear in the soft mud
He looks more promising
Than plated harvest
And routine meaninglessness
How do I follow along?
I only know my own confines
Yet burning to acquiesce
I walk behind him
Unaware of the sun starting to rise