Soma Cup

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Soma Cup

Sonnet

What quandary am I now caught, in this bridging cusp,
Like a chick that pierces its ensphering prison’s shell
Only to be blinded by light too bright and sans any help
Stumble and fall into a strange reality’s relentless hell.

Is this Thy fabled heaven, Thy better lair for truth’s seers,
Or some ethereal island reserved for deluding the hasty?
Oh here is but a graveyard of reason and better norms,
Nor even luminous halls with wise gods in debates fiesty.

The old gods have grown wary and the titan as always 
His antagonist smile wears. And in this alloyed clime
That resists and evades all my aspiration’s formulations
To frame my being’s actions in rhythms of joyous rhyme.

Oh leave me not to sup the wines of men all alone,
Make me Thy soma cup and as Thee I shall have grown.