Words flow

                        from my mind to

                                                            my hands

turning this page darker

and darker with every word and thought.

 

The beginning of language, the source of yearning,

every culture fading into an unconscious consciousness.                

 

My Ego disorganized,

twisting this and that.

Each essay, each poem,                   

A flash, a spark.                                             

Igniting a fire in my mind,

 lighting this dark and dreary cave.

 

Each card laid on the table,

Each one Trumping the one before.

Each card telling my fate,

            Each card a Fool,

Each card Strength.

                        Strength to do what must be done,

Carry the Beast and bear the burden.

 

Each burden turning my mind,

                        Turning it dark as each night of soul,

Each night that I lie here thinking instead of sleeping,

Each night listening to the silence which creeps

into our mouths and minds.

This lie a truth and that truth a lie.

To doubt or to believe?          

That is the question,

But doubt not the stars that burn       

in the dome above.

 

Each thought new

Yet old as time.

 

Each pain teaching me a lesson,

            Each sleepless night a dream,

            Each burning star an idea –

                        An idea burning in the darkness of my mind

                                    And swallowed by me sleepless schedule.

 

Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall –

each falling to their own devices       

yet                              

tethered in their places.