Curves

There are some, whose fates are straight as arrows flying
never turning, lonely plodding
and their speed is marked in stolid stone
Then those others there are whom I know
whose gods having made their paths like serpents curved
arranged in strange caduceuses glowing
Thundered

GO!
Bathe the fires in your heart
ride the elements within your subtle knowing
be the beast your karma has been sowing
gaily like a dragon skip
to the ruined Albion beneath your pallid skin
raise some rusted sword you find discarded
for in your Adam, even Eve is lovely kissed

Some are straight, it’s true
but we’ve been blessed with all these curves
for after trudging up the lows and down the highs
we the free gave up and learned to fly