2-13 Before The Hour Came

Before The Hour Came


Do not wait for the last judgment. It takes place every day.

—Albert Camus


Will I do it or will I not?

This is the question—

the mêlée brawls within this soul

as logic turns dumb. Crosshairs stare into my eyes.

Conviction dissolves beneath my feet.

My will sinks into delirium.


Free will is never free

a voice whispers from the Holy Book.


Uncertainty jousts, parries, thrusts,

leaves my will skewered and numb

on the crossroad sign


before the hour came.