Multiple Bifurcations

Multiple Bifurcations…

‘Tis prose or does it beckon form

This heart in stormy skies conformed

To angst; from crestfallen beats, like lone pendulums sway

in summer storms, wind chimes waffle, like souls led astray


How will our light oppose the dark?

This darkness knows no bounds to start.

To trust the luminosity, the feats of grandeur’s magic

with performer’s slight, to trysts of water, the waves pelagic


Does it all size up in this fairy-tale?

A sure fit in someone’s sliding scale

with greed a means of tainted joy, unseen as an atrocity

to just choice, to feed the pathways of generosity.


Some eggs need cracking for omelets,

and hearts will break to sate false prophets

In tempestuous winds we press on, to unchain freedom’s light,

These winged tutelars in place, to enforce Heavens might


They aver that ignorance is bliss

that darkness is where evil sits

Within this void, mapping the vast cosmos of all matter

To implicate ignorance with darkness, is to deprive it swagger


Darkness must equate to nothing

so nothing cannot become something

This something; a lover’s famine, a dearth of divinity

A nesting place for demagoguery, without sympathy.


In darkness a small fire still burns

Invisible still; but the devil yearns

To burn with an unholy murk, the absence of the heart

Unbroken blackness, this undue breach where discord starts


Break me now, as to bear this pain,

The anguished tug of tender veins

To free this lost soul, this heart must break, to fathom all miscues

To equate tangibility, means retribution with truth.


My soul ebbs at the precipice

The good in me feels like detritus

In darkest days my exodus stalls, and just a few endure

Abandon then ignore, the terms used by the impure.


Scriptures on parchments cannot abet

As Intrepid pseudo martyrs posing threats

Coupling lies and darkness rescripting fact to then recast

One chance that love had to overcome, is dead in stark contrast.


What tragedy, this summer storm….

sole intentions made, were to deform,

To taint all beating hearts, compelling life from sovereignty

To rein in freedom’s sad dichotomy without apologies.


I’ve spent days entreating to the walls

My voice, a wisp of sad wherewithal

None to share my idioms with, a withdrawal of unclaimed peers

Like a lone ghost in a graveyard full of bodies with no ears.


To hear those pelagic waves still form

Let them wash over us all, to cheer old norms,

When my heart could bleed zealously for love, not policy

To underwhelming colloquy at least with honesty…..


I’d rather all That…

Multiple Bifurcations


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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

3 thoughts on “Multiple Bifurcations

  • December 7, 2021 at 3:38 PM

    I love it, Paul. I got lost in amongst the phrases that evoke such deep emotion – it pulled me into another world for a few minutes. Majestic and masterful work. Well done.

    • December 10, 2021 at 2:50 PM

      Thank you so much Phyllis. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Appreciate the comment.

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