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Tuesday, December 06, 2005
The cold is settling down. The moment I slip into the night, I can see the moon in her descent. She hangs like a heavy gleaming scythe about to fall upon the city. I continue to have the paralyzing dreams with moving stars. My gaze so fixed in fear at the night sky. I watch bright stars glow and circle. Something is coming for me. I have to violently force myself awake. When I do wake I am numb. My heart beating a thousand beats a minute. I have had these dreams for almost all my life. Sources say stars mean some sort of psychic awakening. Doubtful. There is nothing left of me. Everything I have offered or done is far too predictable and stale. I’ve lost all the beauty and wonder that may have ever followed me. I’m most like losing again the one I am seeking to regain trust. What happens to those who cheat death? or those who get pulled prematurely? Do we sit as still as a stone with moss and slowly rot in time? Does every fiber that once pulled you with purpose fray and break? What is left here now? |
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