step by step,
bleak blackouts in lamentation.
grief strewn & shock stricken,
filled with pain unspeakable.
Trapped & surrounded by lengthening shadows
upon tattered souls submerged in dismay.
dripping somber anathema involuntarily
over the pale glamours
o christ, child
i wish it could be easier.
this raw & piercing cold
keeps getting colder.
smoldering our endurance,
blowing out the pilot light,
cutting the connection during prime time.
not a single one can undo.
conquered at the
inevitable crossroads into
deep, morose & mourning
in the crash common coryza machinations of fate
& callous commerce
sustain the rusted chrome pumping
saturnine cancerous gasoline
grating taciturn diseases careening
on the pallid stale grey tundra
crushed under unspeakable feats
there can be no denial of dharma
in the perilous parallax of existence.
1st point = suffering, tribulation & precious brevity.
all one yet alone.
a part but still never apart from
staring down eternity
as the world turns
on a dime
...or so it seems upon this stage sublime...
can liberty be attained beyond struggle?
will these bound empty tombstone bones ever resist the urge for restriction?
is there only despair amongst melancholic catatonia
betwixt the dried crumbling ruins of petrified airspace
tuned to strains of static
fatally fragmented for perpetuity?
accidental split decision
jagged hesitation pulsating
rapid vermilion careening
clasping at clutches
the moment slips into the stream.
& only regret remains
while the dance carries us to
the curtains fall,
as bright new snow veils
over the old ashes
still ringing in reverberation of
energetically produced & caught
on carbon particle imprints
where matter evaporates aetheric.
undeniably irrepressible offcolor signals that transcend the bonds of phenomenon.
breaking repetitive restraints,
chains of thanatotic mantras
"all things must pass"...
"yes, i agree...
but love conquers all things."
it shall always come & it shall allways go
one cannot but carry on.
even this mystery can be beautiful:
that nothing ceases
except the tears which find clarity
reflecting amidst the disillusion
&which find that moment
right before the everglowing apparition rises
try without trying.
seek not this,
you are home now.
you are free