Ennui is offspring to a fool and his continuity
They make such a horrid family
Casualty to awareness
Blasphemy through silence.
I am not heartsick.
I am not broken-hearted.
I am shattered.
It is my being that’s broken
When my heart was made whole…
Kings and cowards are both men
Not all men are kings
But all men are cowards to
Drastic emotional change
And muses veil corrections assaultingly
With the knives that glare off stabbing eyes
Blindedly perceiving pain
Upon the splattered truth from instinct acted on
And so sweet lovers err…
And so sweet lovers die…
“the circular, colored curtain of the eye….”
From its opening, the pupil takes form…
Through it, the light that enters, regulates…
Everything’s made to be broken.
I am deaf to the song of fools
Yet I find no wise man’s rebuke….
Perhaps I am called to take his place….
You may close those shutters on your face
But I will pass through,
paint scenarios in your cerebellum,
[hypothalamus on overdrive] can I?
I want to be the air that crawls and sneaks upon your every cell,
first touch of your first air exhaled,
….and all next!
I will not stop,
making myself comfortable in this
pounding mass of life,
I’m welcome I know….
So you may put a closure on those lashed feats,
I’ll still get through,
magnified in deep,
[sigh] I hope you are not sober for the reason I am not toxic
but high though I am not a drug.
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