Stark White Is the Darkness
Thunderous thoughts roil synaptic valleys
truants - roaming imagination’s alleys
conjuring confusion’s consternation
drum rolls demanding participation
Flashes of brilliance etched upon ether
seeking light’s darkness but finding neither
rumbles of reason stumbling blindly
fleeing a fear ahead and behind me
Notions of knowledge exposed to the light
adrift on the wind of thought’s string-less kite
rising and falling on foible and whim
mocking the truth as life’s pseudonym
Stark white is the darkness taunting the pen
awaken your thunder and write again.
John G. Lawless
©6/29/2019
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