Soulful Antithesis

Abaft the soul, lurks the abash;
the hyena which heckles from hind wind,
as it would a lion facing extinction.
Abandoned albeit afloat, you are apprehensive,
awkwardly approaching affiliates
like they are dangerous, unpredictable and deliberate.

Your soul is oblivious to rest
whilst imagined Abel in distress,
amidst Cain circumnavigating your axis;
painted with axes and happy subordinates.
Absurdly appropriate, ignorance and extortionists exhibit
harmonious coexistence like a child's innocence.

An actor and a catalyst; you insist in pretending
to persist against being a self-determinist. Affixed with
the notion you are external to your own existence.
Self-affinity begins with acknowledgment and acceptance;
achieved only after awareness annexes indifference
and oneness arises.

by Jody Pratt
Words In Motion 2014