In essence, we dwell
in darkness,
mostly unbeknownst to us
mostly accepted as the status quo
yet
we await illumination
a light, a hint, a whipser
never fully realising
that we carry the light
inside
between the thieves
beneath the surface
within
always and without fail
So, then…
why the darkness?
We accept the lie
the great lie
the only lie that matters.
As the poet said
Finnegans wake!
Will you?
Once, maybe twice,
not too often,
stirrings are felt
ever so subtle
the inner whisper
nudging, barely touching
featherlight and hidden
We would do well to heed the nudge
Adrift in an ocean of indifference
Purple streaks cast across your shipMATES
Little thought
Little mind
Little anything
Just hunger, naked, raw
waves lapping against your skin
Almost a feeling then
fleeting
then – opaque vistas
waters rising against an unreachable horizon
Difficult to breathe
Hard to think
Form coherent thoughts
Fingers slowly moving over keys
familiar and alien
poised over letters and symbols and spaces
seeking the ones needed to express
most succinctly
The need
the feelings
slipping into…
lack of clarity?
over the ‘W’, now the ‘O’
still meaning eludes
too many thoughts, emotions
Sadness, guilt, regret, pity, shame (a little),
how to right a lifetime of actions?
how to give and receive peace?
Lost thoughts, orphaned, drift across my mind
dissolving as morning dew at dawn.
Dawn, there will always be another dawn.
I think.
In times uncertain
Through lands unkown
With friends untrusted
One must
Always and without fail
Let sensibility prevail
Lest
Much to one’s dismay
Both purse and kidney
Go astray
The house stood firm
but shook within.
That is me
a house of skin.
Keep your peace
Burning, aching, white hot anguish
violently broiling through the Id
No temperance, just will
But no release or culmination
Frustrated impotence, words, gestures
Smoke and sound
Schall und Rauch
abating, ebbing of the volatile,
diminished now
dormant
waiting to be unleashed
always present, always there
the passenger, hidden by the night
the night of my mind.
As dusk draws close,
suffusion of amber,
ivory in descent, ebony in ascent
placid clouds amble across a neutral sky
Zeitgeist slain – imbeciles triumphant
no flood, no fire, no plague
just apathy
that ended us
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