they buzz through, falling into the indifferent
chasm that's burrowed its way in,
neurons leaping desperately from the
precipice of a fraying synapse:
Nothing weighs heavily,
it seems.
they pulse out, a dozen ways to be a
skin-and-dirt diluted divinity to a
doubt-and-dark riddled sibling,
only to freeze half-way between heart and love,
atrophying at the hands (of ego-clotted arteries).
can you crawl back into your grave after birth?
did you leave the part that broke the D-word behind
when you shacked up inside this decrepit heart?
how can Someone so extraordinary be in this place?
how can someone so ordinary be in this Place?
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