Out of the depths I cry to thee...
wake into difficulty
from lovely sleep
of night's negation
to news from the
bird world sung
and insects that know
what finds its way
early into this
familiar room
two of gloom mornings
in glued sequence
sunrise of grey
clouds scudding
of light opaline
through windows
diffused
are windows only
worlds of open
is rain a form
of loss
and truth but
power moving
all melts and
can be replaced
the soul sinks
a day of grey
makes a day
of blues
death spiral
of the spirit
when did I
become so weak
against the intractable
what is of daybreak
cruel the new has
become
and terrifying
and
continual effort
time not a friend
as clocks threaten
actions untaken
the mereness
of mortality
disappoints
sand mostly gone
to the final
hourglass' bottom
distance incomprehensible
away a way which way
each day a fainter path
fading notes of
unstruck chords
save me from
this cruel unwritten
poem of morning
this syntax of unbidden
meteorology
oh lift me up
and desire
make young
break my human fall
beauty and joy
cannot be sundered
we live by grace
or not at all
allow me survive
what must arrive
for every broken
poety fool
that famous final
Day of Decide
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
Out of the depths I cry to thee...
wake into difficulty
from lovely sleep
of night's negation
to news from the
bird world sung
and insects that know
what finds its way
early into this
familiar room
two of gloom mornings
in glued sequence
sunrise of grey
clouds scudding
of light opaline
through windows
diffused
are windows only
worlds of open
is rain a form
of loss
and truth but
power moving
all melts and
can be replaced
the soul sinks
a day of grey
makes a day
of blues
death spiral
of the spirit
when did I
become so weak
against the intractable
what is of daybreak
cruel the new has
become
and terrifying
and
continual effort
time not a friend
as clocks threaten
actions untaken
the mereness
of mortality
disappoints
sand mostly gone
to the final
hourglass' bottom
distance incomprehensible
away a way which way
each day a fainter path
fading notes of
unstruck chords
save me from
this cruel unwritten
poem of morning
this syntax of unbidden
meteorology
oh lift me up
and desire
make young
break my human fall
beauty and joy
cannot be sundered
we live by grace
or not at all
allow me survive
what must arrive
for every broken
poety fool
that famous final
Day of Decide
