Commencement

a trumpet blast from the mountaintop
 as the man in robes descended upon my mother's house.
 speaking a tongue, i thought it was my father's...
 it was not.
 he handed me a box made of stone
 inside a bug, made of wood.
 and, as per his instructions,
 i put it in my mouth.
 however, once there,
 i found it crawled its way
 deep inside my eyeball.
 i reached in with my hand to retrieve it,
 but once there i found i required a branch,
 or a stick, or a hand of wood to retrieve such a wooden bug.
 my hand, made of flesh, was useless for such a task.
 and so, i retreated to the mountains,
 the land of my father,
 with the bug stuck so deep inside my eye
 i could not see
 and my hand stuck so deep inside my throat
 i could not speak
 there, blind and hungry,
 i pondering the wrongs done to me
 by the man in robes.
 he had tricked me,
 but this would not be the end of my story.
 and so, with my return,
 i had learned that for every entrance,
 an exit
 for every birth,
 a death.
 the man in robes had unjustly entered my life,
 and so he would exit it.
 (don't blame the sea
 if you can't find the seashore)
 i walked...