The Moment of Reckoning

You await the time when the chrysanthemums bloom,
When tendrils shoot off lentils buried deep in the sand,
What holds you back in your cocoon of self deprecation?
The moment of reckoning will soon come to pass.

Can you not see the tetrahedrons meshed around you?
How the illusion of space and time smothers you!
It bores its fingerprints on your neck which you cannot erase,
The moment of reckoning will soon come to pass.

You wonder if the gilted sword was ever yours to possess,
Numb, you wash its detritus with your tears.
It feels cold and metallic to your tentative touch,
As you cry out loud while the stranglehold crumbles,
Behold! You are the moment of reckoning.