Lichen and Lilies

Riddle me, it is the month of Gemini,
Of a Day numbered by Christ's Disciples,
In the year of the Snake;
Lichen grows like little tube worms
And the Tiger Lillies are first beginning.
Rioting is seen in Los Angeles,
Troops are deployed,
Despair racks my ileum
But my heart is at peace.
Like John Climacus had said
Or John Bunyan, it is by the envy of the demons
That I am tormented so;
Or the discernment of the time.
The retriever puppy licks my hand;
The mighty man is there seen once.
I pray for Rapture or to Die a Merciful Man in my bed.
Hide, yes! hide me from the wrath to come!
Yet, next year the lichen will grow
And if I am blessed enough to see it again
On this day, I shall see it there.
For all things are cyclic...
So is war and peace...
So is sin and righteousness.
So... it is all dust which blows in the wind;
Nothing parallels such majesty of its folk tune,
For time erodes all things
And the decay of forgetfulness all things.
Shall the Lotus eat my work forever?
Shall it be forgotten?
Phallused flowers grow, like a soft pink and fiery orange
And they are furry, and I've seen them for about two weeks.
They too, shall die. And maybe like the lichen
Grow in their perennial dance.
Just like war and hardship dance with peace and ease.