The Pursuit Of An Epiphany – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Photo: some of the remains of one of the many pubs that served over 10,000 people at Kookynie at the peak of the western gold rush. Kookynie had a mayor, council, shops, a railway, schools, band, an annual parade etc. Now there are only a handful of locals, who seem to like it that way.

“Ruin is the road to transformation.” Elizabeth Gilbert

The Pursuit Of An Epiphany

There are disparate parts of me
that remain of eras past, memories
of halcyon yesterdays all avante
garde, brim bustle and push,
erecting obelisks across the 
parched expanse of my days to
celebrate the fiction of immortality
embodied in the fountain of youth,
until that day it all began to slowly,
imperceptibly, crumble to the ground,
leaving only a trace of something 
once great, dust to dust in the
pursuit of an epiphany.

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