Awareness is some kind of god,
self-creating, just as daylight manifests
from nothing but the darkest hour.
Once again pure infancy, the height
of weakness is the roaring power
to titrate consciousness,
precipitating bright Sophia,
from the night.
And there she reigns,
the avatar of all we know,
our mistress/mother,
made of dreaming,
come upon us as a flight
shy angels might elect.
Then we who wish to trace beginnings
may as well drift through the stars forever,
never quite so blind as now...
never quite so filled with grace.
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Categories:
titrate, tribute, , Lullaby,
Form: Free verse
Titrate down
till all the help is out of your system
the thoughts come fast
the pointless days
silent nights
the evil, sharp edges of sanity
roll with it, as blades of suicidal ideation
fill your waking hours
wait, wait, wait
the new one will come soon
new medicine that will take the thoughts away,
that will raise you from near dead daydreams
and let you breathe slow and even,
rest
until then, just turn, walk away
and shhh
keep it to yourself
no one wants to think
you have any problems
like that.
Categories:
titrate, allegory
Form: Free verse