Ball
A Golden ball orbits my head
Revolving at a steady pace
Horizontally
Glistening in the high noon sun
Why question the orb's existence?
Gawping at me
Laughing
Commenting
Making conclusions offering explanation with scientific justification
Who is this being with ball revolving?
I know why it's here
It's the guardian
The protector
Overseeing actions
Dissuading from evil
Insuring good
A spherical guide via destiny to fate
My father
Mother
Brother
Mentor.
Golden master never leave me in the decrepit hands of evil
Forever banish the Dark quadrangle
Keep me sane.
© Simon Mack 1987
Simon Mack's comments:
We all talk to ourselves, and than mechanism keeps us in check whilst also pushing the boundaries of sane decision. That relationship is in discussion here in a poem from long ago.... but I'm still talking!
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