[gauge and garner]
steps and starts
slow ease
and tons of bricks
confusion lost in the shuffle
such a carnival
inside this mind
but never in a good way
riddled
with funhouse mirrors
and trapdoors
never settled
never sure
at least in any ways
that lead to the heart.
*
[in light of nothingness]
there is always this
just beyond the edges
an unknown place
of every knowable thing
a bastion of quietude
when it all gets too much
landscapes shuttered
by shards and slats
a stairwell to soul
in the deserted lighthouse within
housing a pleasant void
of calm escape.
*
[quarters and halves]
sharp lines
of time turning tide
while the moon smiles
apropos of nothing
spinning fables in the sky
from a thousand drunken nights
hungover
in the shadow
of its own reflection.
*
[heave and sway]
wired waves
slide in sync
coal within the mines
shift their diamonds deeper
things lost always
twice as hard to find
everything happens
but nothing has a reason
soon the moon
will wobble this world away
drowned beneath the oceans
out from which we once crawled.
*
[well enough alone]
the light of day hidden
behind pulled curtains
the soothing darkness
so much easier to comprehend
always fitting the mood
which is not to say
brightness and beauty
don’t visit
but when they do
they too
prefer the shade
of solitude.
***
“Do not confuse
a flame with light.
Do not mistake
a bonfire
for a lighthouse.”
- Blake Auden
Dispatches from the Suicide Hours of Immortality 