2004-07-30 - Silent Running
ethereal...
does it heal?
does it curse?
can it feel?
what is worse,
the universe
outside of home
(this global dome),
outside of here
(this biosphere),
her elements would not support
with nostrils flared to rear and snort
this breath we now take in, consort,
unsmothered we exhort.
to this we must resort
nor would the mind bring more report
and treat your options like a sport
perhaps at first you'd be the sort
whose ball is in the other court
until it's pounded in your mind,
in sharp relief, becomes defined, this could be it for you
you'd bust right through taboo
you'd grapple for one breath
before you met your death
the story going through your mind
as you disociatively find
you're drifting off from what you had
that earth suit somewhat like your dad
or mommy as the case may be
I always thought it so funny
the time my bud, ol' Cruzin' D,
he said he could've sworn that he
saw earlier that day
someone that he could say
looked just like you in drag
high heals and a bag!
but then he realized it was
your mom who cleared the room because
floodgates of random blurbs
now surging toward the curbs
torrential stinging bursts
of sharp acidic spurts
the lungs are calling firsts
as patterns in her skirts
begin to melt you down
one breath will not be found
unless you come around
then suddenly
implodingly
you rise above the fall
you find that you are breathing too
and there's no need to call
and crazy, random thoughts just seem to vanish in the haze
as one more time new life's bestowed upon your ether rays
a blessing on your days
the many splendoured ways
of love's strong gentle raise
well guarded in the wisdom
of how it ought to be
no fantasy-ruled dizz dumb
but guided ecstacy
the spark of life that won't go out
rekindling your love
for someone who dispells all doubt, who's sent from God above
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