Hollow Thudding Christmas Pudding

Any other day
Is an opening of possibilities
I'm stranded at the crossroads
A fire-flash in the heavens
And we are made anew
Beneath the dazzling starlight
Or the scratching breathing
Of a pre-dawn jogger
Running from yesterday
Or towards tommorrow

And he will take the workload
Though it will bury him
On his youthful shoulders
Like a mountain
Like a fountain
Flowing up the slope
Again the rain
Cascading down your temples
Annoints you for procession
And the people bow
Like waves on the sea shore
Like a stalwart cedar
You will be worn away.

And the strain overtaking
Like a runnaway train
Holding onto the railing
Lies and malformed truths
Rising up like the plague
To carry you
Where you wish not to go
And he will take the workload
Though it will swallow him whole
On his tired shoulders
Like a volcano
Like the universe
Is starting to implode
And the rain this time
Will arrive to late
Only to find he has met his fate
And won free.