A Rhapsody In D Minor: Part 1

PART THE FIRST black coffee beans bountiful in Bismarck. rich provisions for the soul and succulent dinners for the heart I met a waitress once she gave twenty-three reasons to prove to me that God exists. each one delicately worded with vigor and puissance it was bittersweet like the coffee she would serve me before work. Precise like the trill of a piano Ideas that capture the mind longing to be heard by a starving ear. Washed up whales who were transfixed by the promise of a better life they wanted the land when they did not realize the beauty of the sea. Overrun by greed and the longing for a break in their chains. As they give their last breaths, it is then they realize the error of their ways regret floods their blubbery minds as the giant of the water gives up How now, mister man in the moon? On this day we do mourn. Not for the dead, or the gone, or our dearly departed. But we do mourn for ourselves. Yes, we mourn because there’s nothing left. Our mind has been stripped down to its core intentions Basic, selfish, feeble, and alone. This is the day that we sob and pray for ourselves. A battle raging with the fires of a thousand suns Internally. White blood cells as silver as the snow and as cold and unforgiving as a blizzard fight the misunderstood and unrepresented bacteria a merciless battle, fitting for a fight to the death… and beyond. the outcome predetermined by a higher existence it would be best if you weren’t involved anyway you are, ultimately, unnecessary to this process you are, ultimately, unnecessary.