A tremor among flutters of the hand:
Excess vibration – it’s certain to involve a deeper rhythm –
Certain self images sent bent;
Light striking irregular glass.
Eyes contract, weight shifts, a
Break in conversation.
Caught in a moments maze
All obstacles avoided reconstruct,
All exits rearrange.
There are other signs:
Brood and singularity, thoughts
Perpendicular to sense,
Doubt challenging belief.
Perhaps another shuffling of the deck,
A steady murmur, a muttering,
A constant twang or certain slur of contradiction.
Mind insufficient, though desperate to respond:
“No more! No urge!”
No self-recrimination to excuse the selfish stupor….
But there is silence in good scotch –
As when reverberations peak,
Then separate the sound from voice
And thought from all compassion.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 4:19 AM UTC
A tremor among flutters of the hand:
Excess vibration – it’s certain to involve a deeper rhythm –
Certain self images sent bent;
Light striking irregular glass.
Eyes contract, weight shifts, a
Break in conversation.
Caught in a moments maze
All obstacles avoided reconstruct,
All exits rearrange.
There are other signs:
Brood and singularity, thoughts
Perpendicular to sense,
Doubt challenging belief.
Perhaps another shuffling of the deck,
A steady murmur, a muttering,
A constant twang or certain slur of contradiction.
Mind insufficient, though desperate to respond:
“No more! No urge!”
No self-recrimination to excuse the selfish stupor….
But there is silence in good scotch –
As when reverberations peak,
Then separate the sound from voice
And thought from all compassion.
Psychological instability and denial, addiction.
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