The darkness

“When we look into our own hearts and begin to discover what is confused and what is brilliant, what is bitter and what is sweet, it isn’t just ourselves that we’re discovering.  We’re discovering the universe.” ~Pema Chodron


“Welcome to the machine”  Pink Floyd

I hope you have enjoyed your stay thus far?
the cog broken rusty wheels creak
oil stains slick and oozing on the concrete
the layers of paint chip and peel
the hastily spun yarn unravels tangled in a heap
the words fade on torn and worm eaten pages
the only light fades along with the colors
and the evidence of my existence

The crackling yearning
spread out and thin and brittle
fairy dust dreams upon awakening
are old ash from a cold fire
the shivering spirit isn’t broken
it just no longer wants to do battle
it does not play
skirts lifted and laughing
it only listlessly opens an ice crusted eye
to check the time.

Even prayer is too much effort
for God’s face is turned away
eyes shining elsewhere
ears deaf to the thin wail
no longer resonant across the vastness
no one cries out I am here
and no one checks to see if you are
Darkness darkness
the winter is here.

I put on my zombie suit and roll in the scent of death
but somewhere inside

is the burgundy heart.

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