the sunday times 12.15.19

by Edward L. Canavan

late start

 

no cause for alarm

sleep overtook the sunrise

 

but still

the morning

arrived

 

always as it is

 

swathed in time

fog abating

 

the minutes gained in slumber

now settled into the comfort of this nest

 

fingers coaxing words

from the ether

 

to finally get things going.

*

in fields of broken infinity

 

blown glass mind

spinning in the kiln

 

neither heads nor tails made

most of the time

 

but ends beginning to meet

 

staked in the somewhat delusion

of an inner peace

 

never the goal to reach

 

just to simply stay the course

and remain upon the path

 

until our time is done.

*

insanity and epiphany

 

the buzz of circuits completed

between the many moons

of horizons within

 

unveiled in the blue light

of hungry ghosts freed

from the haunting chains

of memory

 

as the clang and folly of regret

echo thru this empty cage

 

and while we can still remember the past

it is no longer painful to do so.

*

the best worst yet

 

down comes the world

following thru the fallout

 

another day

another depth

 

somewhat darker

but somehow better

 

a glimmer of hope

thru the black flames

of despair

 

one step closer to cracking the code

of the seemingly unfathomable equation

 

when all we need to know

is that it never gets solved

 

it only gets

more bearable.

*

if not this

 

consider these words impossible

 

a broken piece of time

reaching up thru the flower

 

the plans unmade

by a poverty of the soul

 

the gathering nothingness

that surrounds everything

 

forget the lies you never told

 

and begin the life

that was never meant to be.

***

“Existence is a series of footnotes

to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.”

• Vladimir Nabokov