Casualties

catch that instant, & analyze it over & over. the match being struck, going from touchable to ouch. [in a matter of negative moments] let's go there, you & i, settle & thrive where sky meets sky. i love the appreciation of sight, the casual abandonment of doing what is right. each time the eyes are opened, colors are reinvented, objects regain their presence, time is born again. perception goes against reality, as god against evil. ignorance is a beautiful thing, while ugliness is learned. no matter what, what is has yet to be. this game of life & age & death is but a prelude. it's devotion to not the brain, the heart, the sense, but to the lingering warmth of thought that brings such salvation as freedom. the mind does not think, the thought is the mind. it's not appreciation that i expect, for i know that stems primarily from understanding (a realm in which i have yet to find), but more of an acknowledgement, a sign that though i've left here long ago, my body has kept walking, has kept up the show. or maybe it's to remind you that i'm still waiting to cut that final string & be released from gravity, waiting to see if the match will strike or merely scratch the surface.