DISCONTENT

Through time eternal
The source, has been the light
Pure & unchanging
Like a tube, pierced
With a stab of white
That blossoms into a glow
At the other end
The other end of the conflagration
Where red, and orange, and eternal
Just don't quite fit in.....

To whom do I present this precious blossom
Why bother with a stab in the dark
Be it tube, or transparent tunnel
Or simple darkness
The walls are all the same
So, discontent can only suffer there
It just breathes, and is, eternal
And at the other side of it all
The golden side
Bleeds, red, and orange, and true
And teaches my heart to be
Discontent and ever free.......

Tony Taylor (Chicago)