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Days and nights
The days and nights do not slow down.
The sun and moon race each other.
They do not want to lose the race.
They are as quick as lightning.
Each are like a rabbit on Adderall.
Each are like breeze too fast to contain.
The days and nights are like frenetic trains.
The moon cannot keep up.
The sun drops like an anchor.
The days and nights do not slow down.
My anxiety builds as I fight sleep.
All I want is a moment of rest.
Time is not on my side.
Time has not ever been my friend.
***
The road without end
I can feel the heft.
The smallest monument
in my hand; a stone,
a rock, a pebble, a
grain of sand light
as a feather.
It blinds me. The sun.
The scorching light in
my eyes; a flame,
a lit match, the flash
from a camera
late at night.
My back is against
it. The wall behind me
and the sword in front;
a blade sharp as a
killer’s wit, thrusting
it with such glee.
I am almost there.
The road without end;
my shoes without soles,
blistered feet walking
on glass and fire,
dripping blood.
***
Darkness in light
There is darkness
in light and
in between
dusk and dawn.
There is suffering
in death and
also in life.
I have seen it.
Winter and spring,
summer and fall,
darkness comes
together.
There is man,
woman, and child
linked to
darkness and light.
Our time comes
to an end
mercilessly
as the candle
blows out. It
could be the wind
or our very
own breath that
brings darkness
to light. This
suffering,
too must end.
***
Shadow and light
After Jean Genet
I stand between shadow and light
and in darkness some of the time.
When I am in the light I feel exposed.
I try to stay away from the light as
much as possible. A lot of darkness
is another thing. I prefer the shadows.
In the shadows there is a bit of light
and a bit of shade. I like being there.
If I could be a shadow, that would
be something else, if just for an hour.
When that time comes, I hope I am
half-shadow and half-life. It is the
darkness I fear, where I have become
half-man and half-wolf in nightmares.
***
Like clockwork
Take a close look at your heart,
like clockwork, its beat is steady,
it runs at all hours, and sometimes
it needs a little jolting to start.
It feels all the pain in the world.
I have felt it. Haven’t you? I can
feel the pain after it has gone
away once I think about it in my
mind. The pain lingers even if I
feign wellness. Sometimes I feel
this will be my last day. I have the
heart of a poet who feels and feigns.
***
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