“Alas,” said the mouse, “the whole world is growing smaller every day. At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into.”
“You only need to change your direction,” said the cat, and ate it up.” #Kafka
A kind of quiet…here.
Lumbering about the woods.
Something everyone needs…
A non monetary reprieve.
Celebration of rumination…
Divergence need not be understood.
I drink you in, as though, there be no end.
I ache your ailing spirit, as though, it were mine.
If I were set upon a lost ocean…
Whatever you found to be amiss…I would find.
Lover, it hurts so, when your world…
Resigns to the being of…unkind.
Tomorrow will come and take us away.
Import us to the blues.
Retrieving each soul, as though we were never one.
In the deepest of my smallest conviction…
With all of infinity…
I will understand…
We have only just begun!
The lone chair is everywhere.
Is it only for the lonely?
Traveled the countryside, in search of the deserted, solo seat.
Thru leaf and fallen shafts of wheat.
And, in due course, not a single one would speak.
As the multifaceted traveler, I had to interpret what I was after.
Thus, I took the chair offered me.
It was then that the chill in my bones subsided.
And, the words of, ‘alone’ but ‘not lonely’ collided.
I found my wants in a pile of residual snow.
As if, it had no place left to go.
Over the wrecked rectory on the hill.
Beyond the country store where the town drunks get their fill.
Ten miles past Franklin Motel.
A habitat for the loners looking to get out of hell.
I nudged my desires with a blackened steel toe.
As if, I had no place left to go.
Years before gravity took hold.
I fanned a flame to a luxurious limbo.
It had been an overfed shelter of lust and misconstrued need.
But my flame grew higher and harder to fed.
I kicked at the embers.
Such as I do now.
With a lessened ego.
Ash to ash…I made sure it had no place left to go.
It would appear that contentment starts slow.
As in the vacant burning back lots.
As in the gradual interment of lack luster thoughts.
Standing over the stained melting snow.
I now have some place that I can go.