Upended

Upended

Far from all forms of charity,

I am the prophet, the retired apostle

of faith in myself. 

My friends‒escape artists,

foreshadowers of verses,

sunk in the quicksands of language.

They believe in the melodies I babble

exalting legendray elephant graveyards

& mystic monsoons.

We witness the paradigms of a century fall

while celebrating a Wimbledon match,

a joy much greater than a revolution.