Axis & Allies - damowords

Epiphany
As gradients upend alpinismo
& scientologists can sell no more,
My way was barrʹd by starry oceanʹs flow,
So took a breath of faith & swam for shore;
I close my eyes
ʹTil finger‐tips touch beach,
Above such walls did rise, paradise within reach!
I tip‐toed thro those holy halls
Upon a course collision,
Portraits of saints hung from the walls,
ʺForgive my imposition...ʺ
Tho hoary, Joveʹs glory enthralls,
O beatific vision!
My senses bathʹd in light & swathʹd with awe,
That as I write can recollect no more.
I woke up with rose‐wreathed crown
Gliding by angel wing,
She set me down above the town
Upon a mountain king,
Then soarʹd thro sky, shrinking to raven, thrush, fly, then
nothing.
Aranachala
Prophecies
As mist envellopʹd this ancient volcano
I sensed my verse unravelling no more,
These moments of mine ultimate canto
Preserve the moral message that was war;
One line for all,
One tryptych for each sort,
One poem to recall the aeronaut of thought –
Which turnʹd my mind to poetry
As the sun broke on the plain,
As Homer etchʹd his Oddyssey ‐
This rocky kshetran fane
Guards all my focus wonderf’ly,
The last link in that chain,
Twenty seventh of the twenty seven
Unfolding on the blank fields of Heaven
I saw a flock of braver bird
Move yon the western glow,
Bringing the word, wings undeterrʹd,
To where all futures flow,
Til, ʺNihil humani a me alienum puto!ʹ
Tamil Nadu