Anti-Hero
Saturday Asides: A Weekly Presentation of Poetry and Prose
Ens Mentis A vacuum is not nothing. It is the guided violence of vacated space. Such present absence impacts polity with the drawn in silence of collapse. ... Anti-Hero Doxastic power compels me on my lonesome push out of the crowd. His form waves an oceanic modality across every meaning-fraught field. Each footprint's forceful wake of fault lines fracture and spread. Does the breach mean life or death? Am I made morphically transcendent from inside or outside the egg? A snarled lip still lodges at the bottom of what is behind this furrowed brow: the rival image-being of my debility. Beauty haunts the object of the beholder. Wrong becomes right by destiny's plight.
Kameron, your poem carries the weight of rupture and the strange grace of becoming ... each line a step through fractured terrain toward something mythic and raw. That image of the “rival image-being” names a truth many of us feel but rarely articulate. I too know what it is to walk alone, resisting tradition and wondering: am I breaking apart, or breaking open? Thanks so much for this deep dive into the marrow. 🙏💖