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Journal: door 2 the rivr -------------------------------------------
Mood: The Usual
draft
when the bridge is high enough
and the planks are bust in
i will leap into this madness
and ride the whole way through
the rocks are juts of my resilience
even the granite glide couldnt break me
i reach the door and see your face there
smiling through a glimmered slit
i buried her beneath the debris
the trout are dying- no one comes here
europe littered your edges
with dried seedlings
yet to the core-
you remain as raw
as my pruned hands
the universe gave me limited colors
yet i cherish these- and smear the brush
with uneven, yet joyful stretch
and at end of each stroke
the mystery lies there
between the blotches of the colors
and the blank canvas
I think that's the thing that makes life worth living, isn't it? That something else . . . even if it feels far away at times and too brief at others, you know? As I was writing and always there's this temptation to dwell too much on the darkness when really that isn't what I think about, it just seems more dramatic and natural to write about it in contrast. So finally an attempt at something else, that next step, the wider range of expression . . . something.
hmmmm... yea. sucker punches don't shine but light does. i suppose what i was trying to say was that that which was doing the shining is the thing that both moths and men are attracted to. moths to light, man to light (god) but that it is a sucker punch of sorts either way...
hahahaha anyway yea. something i was playng with so i thought i'd throw it out there.
thanks for the thoughts.
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