Symetrical hours (or seconds) chosen far in advance
Was it the precise moment?
Or the salvation of time?
We voiced our mounting concerns voiding established routines
Exchanged unrecognized security for desired brevity
As was once predicted
And in the end the moon still rose
The sky's still cried and lied
The rumoured shift only briefly applied its fears
Minus the revenge of assembled ghosts
An abnormal restraint of overdue karma
The wind still blew with muted rage
The weary earth shook but no one noticed
An ancient contract with history raptured in an infinite instant
Revealing a path to our sacrificial altars
Where we had volunteered our lives again and again
For sanity's sake and a burst of redemption
For a quiet existence lacking strife
We muttered creeds and beliefs
Hoping for a temporary respite
But too many sins were exposed to ever go back
In the heretical years that we failed on numerous occasions
To explain to the youth
How could they comprehend?
April/May 2016
Just a reaction to a wild abstract visual in my mind of black and blue and gray. Of fire and smoke. Of chaos and destruction!! All happening without warning or explanation and where nothing makes sense. Where I think that it's over but then it begins again! But in the end there was also survival and hope after a cleansing and purging of the whole mess.
Yeah I know that it's bizarre and that things don't go together. But it's like a dream that has various parts to it that are all unrelated. Where happenings and places from your past that are being hastily assembled and relived in the dream world in a random and incomplete format, would never fit with each other but there they are in the dream taking place. Where I find myself in one location at one moment and then an instant later in a completely seperate location or town. I don't know about others but I have these kinds of dreams.
