2003-09-06 - 6:19 a.m.
rivers in the desert
highways in the sky
you'll never see these words I speak
strong and free when I am weak
something in the empty nigh
how could it not occupy
as it grew and overcame
all the nothing and the lame
it didn't start that way, you know?
I recall cessation's flow
back current holes which reached the source
causing pain and deep remorse
the oliver of my youth was sacked
for life had picked my pocket back
and wind drag made me choke and stall
so I reached out in this free fall
and grabbed for roots or anything
to climb above this sucking cling
this suckling king
this duckling sing
this goose that honks up everything
so ludicrous
and baffling
and stages fate like scaffolding
I hated life, it wasn't fun
I blamed the strife
I blamed the sun
I blamed it all on everyone
and thought myself avenging
but really I was binging
on the way my thoughts were bending
it all was never-ending
and dark matter did not yield
to soft glow lights out in the field
and my corrosive spirit festered
acidic in the vein
I was phosphorically pestered
by the thought of those insane
vulnerable and susceptible
blocked at my receptacle
hardened by adaptation
blind to the blur of creation...
so anyway you get the idea
I had reached the end of me
until then there wasn't a panacea
(I was right where I needed to be)
in the place where I started to wretch
where I couldn't fall back and just fetch
and I wanted to end it in death
but I'm thankful for what happened next...
[to be continued]
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