***** bouncing bleachers
thurstNow is this moment s t retched as a dying
river's tears holding /tightly\ her shores
then doesNOTeXist can never be contained
within finite space ).( bellybutton bushy-
***** bouncing bleachers is never a safe
place for ***.
:: 02.25.2020 ::
Her body only existed where he touched her.
Twisting and writhing to his hands upon her flesh.
The rest of her evaporated into smoke.
Dispersing into the nights air from a masterstroke
It's a ball of tangled yarn that I just can't figure out
I need to untangle it before my time runs out.
What if my "what-if's" come true?
I can't sleep because the threads twist and constrict
I just don't know what to do.
The darkness flowed from the flower’s bloom
Like ink dripping from a quill
She was the night sky
The flower’s veins shrieking
As my footsteps disappear into puddles
And the ripples go silent
I put to doubt
The things we make
Of mud today
As knowledge travels
Rails of science
Instead of the path
Of knowing time
We’re sending light
Where it wasn’t meant to be
Like the greatest of all angels did
We have turned learning into
An autopsy of everything
Lobotomizing every liberty
Analyzing mistakes to find
Bitterly abusing conscience
Numbed by the applause
Of every new Eureka!
The puppet master's gone completely mad
Who knows when
Weaving webs of chaos
And so I do not know
What he was before
But now I’m sure
He is a spider
Eating his own
All the zigzag routes come toward You
So the right path is the destination of all twisting ways!
As the center point of a circle is One!
O’ my Lord!
Dr ZIK's Poetry