Friday, July 15, 2005

necessary evil

five past a quarter before twilight
as the clocks are to strike the hours
a quivering bag dances in the breeze
such obvious playfulness begging me to watch

the whistling of the groaning oak branches
the weeping of the vines
provides an electricity in the air
static too loud to be heard
brightness to clear to be seen

taking in all the visuals
hearing all the sounds
pondering every single blink of the sun
i choose to realize in my moment of reverie
the suffering i am choosing to endure
the shit i allow myself to be buried in

this revelation wakes me up from my dream
sobers my intoxicated soul
and makes me appreciate
this pain that makes me whole

No comments: