Theodicy

Tell me your destination

in cracked rubble,

and sulfuric ash.

Platonic theodicy

is a seat

thorned and corrosive

spewing out dust,

and variantly lopsided of musings.

Past and present.

Send me staggering:

As we fumble-

As we scramble-

As we doddle-

through uncertainty.

I lay my head upon your chest,

and ask you...

why?

Will it ever be undone...

as eager caresses

have been shunned,

but my heart

held an image.

I'll close my eyes,

and wish to see something new.