Childish Impressions
....useless undertakings....
...my best efforts were shot down...divided...fragmented...
...spirit pulled apart my exertion... dismantling me...
...I guess I was my tries....
....leaving me looking at how I was rejected by the universe...
So now, I no longer crusade for my own campaigns...
...the movement came apart and died.... and with it,
took my drive and the pride of my drive....
...it doesn't matter what my goal was...
...the attempts were my best...
...my all declined, resisted, turned away
when my all was me....
What can I say?
Obviously, my spirit is still broken
and time looms on.... and on and on....
I've grown unsettled not being whole....
....swimming amongst the puzzle pieces
that once held the picture together......
the goal disassembled....a result left in parts....
...and I long to move on, I do!.
...but action was what got me to this point...
...activity walked me onto the path of deconstruction
over and over again....
How can I move on?....
Can I operate without doing?
Can I proceed without process?
How God?
...How?
I know this isn't rational....
....just cause my words get me into trouble
doesn't mean I shouldn't speak...
....but my emotions reason for me....
....and this is how it feels, feeling more real
than breathe... than light.... than now....
these childish impressions leave me sensing
premonitions that dispute function as a problem
...I can't do...doing sends me destruction....
...but love is action...
... there is no other way...
...I need a miracle....
...a shift in perception...
Copyright © Richard Craig | Year Posted 2011
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