Patience and Gestation…

Patience keeps waiting for

Your Noah to rise from the dust

From the presumed flood

Ingratitude works with some

Dysfunctions with some others.

Don’t give in the upper hand

For the lower one exudes faith

Exudes a multi-shaped struggle.

Only those who sleep in could they

Make up something from sheer nothing

Moralist as you are, I fear the cops

Who bribe while whimper reservedly.

Misfortune follows my footsteps

Jealous of my godly glances

Of my earthly stances.

I can see the azure ahead of me

Ahead of every dreamy child who

Indulges in Rodin’s.

Their patience is wearing thick

Waiting for Eve to gestate…

Waiting for the mosaic of Ulysses 

To emanate...