Primacy of Doubt

 
Neither Plenitude

Nor Dearth

mark the Dystrophy

Of Earth
 

Rather its vagrant,

vacant,

mold:
 

where things

drone on

purportless –

that Spirit

cannot hold
 

bereft

cogency or plot

Unthriftful

in its Ways:
 

a fustian

tragic opera

flash froze in

molten glaze
 

Matters not

rain sinuous falls,

or rivers wind

supine –
 

when Author(s)

of Such Spectacles

leave nary a

telling sign
 

Leaving us

to Imaginate

The Thread

that Ties it All –
 

why desuetude

sears fiery hot

when love eschews

a lover’s call
 

No, I cannot

Sacralize,

blanched

In Dread Surmise:
 

What is nigh

Inscrutable

Even to unctuous

Eyes
 

Intent,

Or happenstance –

All’s Unbashful Power

gone Wrong –
 

like Night’s refuge

that daily quails

scorched in the

cool of dawn
 

Stars may

dance

in symmetry

I cannot

Their splendors

tout
 

for though,

at times ,

a Peter , devout:

am more oft ,

In Doubt
[© R.Kanth 2021]