anticipation mounts
as time lapses,
real time movement
quick, power, force
dark.
inertia spread for hundreds of miles
announcing its arrival.
its call. its loud. I feel it.
he’s beautiful.
I remember always
to look for
his speck of bright orange.
he knew a day or so
ahead of time.
since youth I heed the warning signs
signaling darkness.
my connections are sharpening.
this time I didn't need
his.
I watched the dark roll in
the darkness of creation,
of cells multiplying.
the darkness of your blood
rushing at the feel of
the storm coming in.
the task of light is commendable…
the geometric puzzle
can have no missing pieces.
the destructive force of
the storm
is necessary for new life.
if darkness is truly desired
one must dig ever so deep
beyond the identity
and the memories,
the causalities even
the perceived authorities.
to the spark that
still isn’t you.
analyze that space
darkness will truly come true.
fear not.
this darkness is you.
you percolate into
the presence as the light.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
anticipation mounts
as time lapses,
real time movement
quick, power, force
dark.
inertia spread for hundreds of miles
announcing its arrival.
its call. its loud. I feel it.
he’s beautiful.
I remember always
to look for
his speck of bright orange.
he knew a day or so
ahead of time.
since youth I heed the warning signs
signaling darkness.
my connections are sharpening.
this time I didn't need
his.
I watched the dark roll in
the darkness of creation,
of cells multiplying.
the darkness of your blood
rushing at the feel of
the storm coming in.
the task of light is commendable…
the geometric puzzle
can have no missing pieces.
the destructive force of
the storm
is necessary for new life.
if darkness is truly desired
one must dig ever so deep
beyond the identity
and the memories,
the causalities even
the perceived authorities.
to the spark that
still isn’t you.
analyze that space
darkness will truly come true.
fear not.
this darkness is you.
you percolate into
the presence as the light.
