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?
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2005
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