Tim Timid No Longer
Tim Timid No Longer
In the misty midst of diabolical centre ground
Timothy vows to replace the endless loops
of mindless regurgitation and rise to the fore
Indigo crescents point to the crown and middle
ground that periphery holds for a place in time
where short cuts and diagonal matter no more
Where is the rainbow he questions himself
when waters have dried with sun eclipsed
by sordid caves and forceful dis-illumination
He strikes a forlorn figure has burnt the candle
at both ends yet wicked wick has found a match
Together they gather the light from contused confusion
Sheltered at their hearth and shivering from darkness
they search and retrieve a firestone of nascent meaning
and glow the colours for themselves to prime the prism
Slowly rain falls again to dry their tears and sores
sun soars to wet their appetite for more adventure
Emerging from a fog of blessings Tim feels whole again
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2018
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