Thoughts in a Box

 

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I take the devil out of its box.

To make a big stand.

Yet,

the ancients disregard the plan.

They do not hold me aloft.

Or,

hold me beneath.

I am only stones and bones.

A misguided sage song.

The ancients know…

I can only bequeath one.

And, one lust only.

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Neglectful Owner

These trials of worthiness,

remarkable or not…

are plain as day…nonetheless.

If it were a drug the shaking less intense.

Feelings like a neglectful owner to common sense.

Normally a good runaway…would be

in order.

Yet, the sneakers have gone since I put the blotter away.

Flashbacks of embryos on the floor.

With hatred always wanting more.

Pictures of sepia images bought with the beat of a leather strap.

All and none of the above, correct answers.

With the questions being all wrong…

a fifty year old swan song.

These Are the Times

There are many days; dreary, dark, and unsupported by my truth. Many moments as a, woman, an artist, a overly thoughtful person, where I judge myself way too harshly.

‘Wherever I go, however…there I am.’

In these times of uncertainty. Uncertainty in the world that drips over the edges and becomes…my personal space.

These are the times, long as they may be, I must remind myself of the following:

A Church Without Doors

There is no destination to the woods

they are a churches that have no doors

a corn maze to which there is no end…no beginning

a quiet voice…ushering and soothing.

The lingering pines are sage infants waving you in

Fixed scales of clamour and forever reflection

And, yet, I am convinced they welcome me in

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No Ugliness In the Dark

There is no ugliness in the dark, it now soothes my soul.

It is pruned and hidden behind all that I know.

A midnight hour…now, has become as slow and methodical, as a turtle in spring time.

Quiet, watchful and meandering.

Where there had once been discomfort from the levels of kindness…

I offer myself, whatever will be…will be.

Where had once been fear and disenchantment…

an ease.

No more hardship.

I am hidden and appointed…no longer is there someone else’s misery.