Mending the Mind

Mending the Mind Evolution of the heart, mends the mind Twirled through timelessness And seasoned stargazing Opens the eyes of bewilderment Blazing upon the blocks of clocks Representing what you have requested Reinvested through your relationship But never shown a known bowl Of bejeweled blackseed opened And delighted by devils curve And where whoosh wintered where I slip slowly through slippery Bowels of bat guava seeping Where I don’t ignite a thing of the ocean Breathing the coldness of calamity And worthlessness written on withered Old paper, within the heart Where mending seems to mediate From open to oppressive measures Only spoken through troubled waters And frozen upon frozen eyes Leaving me empty, without a heart To mend any mind. Russell Sivey