Phoenix of Understanding

i search by the questions in a bound tome  

and out the window but see half nothing, half me. 

i prowl the depths of the universe from a pinpoint 

corner. the questions tower, as i, a shrimp,  

cower.  i wrap the ancient leather around my arm 

and hear pray as the smoking  

gun blows in a puff.  a door i think should open  

though time keeps eloping, and again i hear 

pray and see where one tree once stood for me  

a thousand tower and beg  

we grow golden as golden continues to  

grow—is there a sun in this blizzard of know?  

with every love we forget 

a rhythm has been lost and can 

not be replaced in this great 

horrific race, another  

tree I learn 

has fallen  

a mighty oak. a spark ignites the bark, 

the forest up in  

flames. and from the  

dank plump pillow of the world we see 

mystery escape to be  

raised again from the dead.