Another Fool (No Hill)

Rolling roaring rush of brown racing through stone to freedom Obsessively ceaseless ecstasy falling into the sea To twist with the tide flow with the currents Whipped on by the wind Moon pulled through swift tidal bores Life for the movement Mother hands feeding and cradling Layers on layers of oceans cooling the plates of the skin Of a sky fire boiling ball Racing in orbit and spinning while holding the moon To reflect the rays of the son she is moving around Reminded of Winter she started to splinter To finally burst in a nova of light These are the memories holding her tightly This is the son she protects from the night Iron spinning in iron Lost in a crowd of dead and dying souls Exploding outward ever searching So spins the soul of the hunter Growing eyes sowing needs Nurturing feelings of frustrated Raging passion to forever falling gravitations of reason caught in the out flung race to darknesses Carrying the light of stinging singed truth Some blinded by the light, cower in abject fear, Holding greedily to the feelings of others Taking pleasure in their pain Deriving satisfaction from driving others to work endlessly to support their vicarious needs As long as there is someone to hold onto Darkness can be a warm blanket of sleeping death As long as one doesn’t have to be alone What is this feeling of light headed joy Has gravity unsettled another sector of the pleasure place above my cortex Is this a true observation of a rain swollen River’s movement Or just another wasted pair of eyes?