Private The Chair

Private The Chair
by Keaton Foster




Private
The Chair
Unnerving
That stare
Piercing
So blue
Endless
Those pools
Into an abyss
Id’ be remiss
Deeper inside
I of course
Feel I must go
Into that nothingness
Claimed somethingness
Fate and faith
Crossroads
Intersecting
Suggestions
Brought to bare
Upon a soul
Via a desire to understand
What we are missing
What we are skipping
Private
The chair
Unable
To be missed
Gold and regal
Mired by jewels
Built for a king
In a world of no rule
All around
Would be clowns
Mumbling sounds
Logic and meaning
Have left the building
Free will is dead
Assassinated
Blindly they heel
Foolishly they squeal
Tell us more
Person so clear
In that chair
Spill your guts
Leave us in awe
Make us see
Devine
So, must you be
Because such a place
Is reserved for you
And you alone
We
The blind
We
The deaf
Are transfixed
We, the lemmings
Devoid of a cliff
Are ready
Show us the way
Fill the need
We dare present
To you as a gift
Wrapped in affliction
Burnt by redemption
Private
The chair
On the wall
Above his head
A sign, if read
Reserved
Please observe
Do not sit
Stand clear
Don’t be queer
Don’t be weird
Follow the rules
Fools
And heretics alike
will be
Without question
Ejected
Thrown out
Tossed about
Banned for life
Have no doubt
Smaller
The parenthesis
Greater
The meaning
This sign
Is no warning
All statement
Close and far
Abound, thus around
People do stand
As he alone sits
Nothing does he miss
If he is wisdom
They must be ignoramuses
Moronic morons
Half longs
Witless wits
Wondering
How it is
We could have missed
What they assume
He alone
Sees as clear as day
From his prevue
Or should it be said
Perverted view
He says
In not so many words
I am better than you
Not more perfect
But very close
And if I am close
Then you
Are so far away
That it will take you
A lifetime and a day
To sit in this seat
To see as I see
Indeed
Power
His truest deity
While he alone
Is
And has become
All the God
That those present
Care to declare
As a conduit
To the very source
Of their existence
He himself
Is aiming higher
Far beyond the mere
Conceptual anomalies
Of such a thing as living
Private
The chair
Off to the side
Dare I stand
Out of view
Beyond said truth
Outside the reach
Of such convincing lies
Observation
My cue
Understanding
The aloof
Fighting for
A semblance of truth
Is what I do
Sinner be sin
Questioning things as is
Standing here
Out of vision
Off to the side
Eyes opened wide
Mind, sprung alive
I’m ready to dive
Deeper inside
Private
The chair…



Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2019