That Feeling
on Jan 30 in Poetry/Prose by adminI weep like a goddess bereaved of her beauty, but lament will not carve an entrance.
I rage like Lucifer falling, but trashing will not forge a light.
Silence hangs from heaven like stones from my neck, and the void wears nothing but my face.
A query, a pause, a lag in time, a pass through mind; lines fold upon them-selves till I am lost among their spirals.
Thinking doesn’t discover the thought and walking will never take you there, yet without reflection there is no sight and stillness moves you nowhere.
“It’s just denial”, the Mirror said, “agnosis just your pill. And you forget the end of eating by chewing on the real.”
Has the Divine revealed its form to you and was certainty born of sight? Or does your vision of the unseen rise only from writings and rites?
Speak and I will sing Great God, sing and I will dance, but hide thy song no longer for vines of quietude creep through my foundations.
Has the Sun left me mid my darkness, or do I hide from the illumination that there is only endless night?
Sages defend the truth but so do drunks defend their wine; perhaps you have discovered the key or perhaps perspective has locked you inside.
Drifting to death atop the Bottomless as currents dilute the will try, but even if I’m drowned in the end I will swim until I die.
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