Touching the Void
I shuffle to the
end of the earth,
My toes suspend
on the edge,
Universe
surrounds me in a black birth,
Particles drift
past in silent pledge.
Reaching out my
hand, fingers dripping forth.
Disintegration of
affected cells,
Evaporation of
self into space,
Drawn in to waves
of chimes of bells,
That hang with
soft grace,
I wake to leave
the broken shell.
Awareness is
hiding like a stray cat,
In the alley of
dumped trash cans,
Finding the
eternal moment life went splat,
Disguised in a
messy cabinet of pans,
Undistinguished
chatter comes last.
Energy swirls in
strange light,
Unknown breath
exhales out
Of my lungs with
forced plight,
Aching to reroute
A new ascension
of angled flight.
I must venture
out to the void,
Where the unknow
is the place to go,
For therein lies
the overjoyed,
Of finding self
and low,
That which
darkness destroyed.
Repair me and I
will feel
Your presence in
the shadows,
Take me and let
the layers peel
Back the purpose
rising above the gallows,
And I can start
to see what is real.
Floating, dancing
into air
Exhausted by
squinting gaze ,
My patience
persists where,
The number of my
days,
Have been
ordained there.
Weightless by the
newfound thought,
That which I
behold,
Can never
disappoint what is brought,
In this moment
that which is three-fold,
Conspires against
what I fought.
If I go where the air is thin,
I can start to
release self,
From where I’ve
been,
And take it down
off the shelf,
And begin to
start therein.
Held in your
hand,
There is no time,
Ageless, hopeful
to stand,
To see self
sublime,
Brave to face
your command.
Stirring from
slumber,
Woken by thunder,
Let not the
darkness cumber,
Another day of
blunder,
Remembering that
day which is numbered.
Feet on solid
ground,
Emerging forth in
aspiration,
Breaking free
from the sound,
Of nocturnal
creation,
Into the self
that is found.
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