Rendering What's True

Dismal spirits find me jovial to their relief, searching for ways to cut their ties to death, in spite of their search for an end. Lights go dim, flash, and then die for only two reasons I'm told. Winds burn hot, and clouds dance to music with a nimble two step. I find cumbersome curiosity culpable, and random happenings within reason when my heart is just too fussy to care. Immixing dreams just before gloaming makes them more vivid, I harbor monsters in mine..… Grotesque figures paint abhorrent feelings I've since embraced and found solace in. I'm alone amid the serein, cultivating frisson at a junction, no hateful send off for me today. In the end, my eight sided coin still has but one outcome in her life, and solid weight which stands immovable is not heavy unless we imagine it. Calling into question how you think and what my heart feels when they're harmonious, while chasing sophistication without merit.....this can be dangerous with little practice. Well there's no dying for me. When I launch myself erratically off the rock cliff, it's my jump to nowhere special...and I must survive! Lately Time has granted me a couple of seconds here and there to make good on. His gesture of good will to compensate for the countless hours lost to noble matters of little worth. I've learned magic has no mystery in this game. All pens can birth children who can be immortal; and grand legacies can fall dead inside of mere seconds after being whispered. Imagine if all life could wonder, maybe off into the future someday, no one will think to care...... Written on 29 OCT 2015 at NTC, Fort Irwin, CA