Sheer Velocity (Chop Wood, Write Poetry) Villanelle #10
Carry Me Through, Sheer Velocity (# Villanelle 10: )
Will I carry through the last degree?
When storms cease. When memory ends
Carry me through, sheer velocity
Who will greet the final plea
If courage fails; will I defend,
and carry through the last degree
All these days, all bound to lead
to consequence around the bend.
So, carry me through, sheer velocity
Will I cry, shout, laugh or flee?
This for sure: no more pretend.
We carry through the last degree
What compass has this sailer need,
when stars no more above suspend?
Carry me through, sheer velocity
Dusty bones, no more to bleed
and pain, no more will I attend
but, will I carry through the last degree?
Carry me through, sheer velocity