A generation had passed in senseless
chatter
Souls stood one with bodies
Arisen from the ground
Beneath the trees
Where the birds are always singing
And now a mockingbird stood out on a
limb
The irony as I stood to the left
In the legacy of the heretical
redress
And in my thoughts
Was the essence of my passage
Was the essence of my passage
Ghostly and grave in grace
As shadows filled thine eyes
With the offerings of the blessed
The short words that would color
The spaces of your ego
The long pauses of music
A silence that filled your soul
As you stood long and close
In the distant relation
Of your vagrant wanderings
Of your vagrant wanderings
The essence of your adventurous
spirit
Lived on
Lived on
As Earth’s vain shadows fled
From the words that would captivate
them
A
romance language
From
a late swim on the midnight river
Seeped
through the gaps
In
the enclosure of the light
Yes
the light at the end of the tunnel
Fled
through the crevices within your psyche
Like
a vine enveloping your thoughts
The
great imaginary number in the clouds
That
pulled you through the veil of life
To
the other side of things
Where
the straight lines of reason
Bled
together quite compassionately
And
your yearning for peace and quiet
Became
a hollow echo in the tunnel
As you gasped for breath
Through
putrid fumes
Of
resonant exhaustion
Your
thoughts muted
In
the daily consumption
Of
chemical essences
That
lent your grunge
A
contemporary shine
Echoing
in circular appearances
In
your last gasps
Did
you stare straight through the wall?
Did
your penetrating gaze
Discern
the light
That
enveloped the enclosure
Of your thoughts?
Of your thoughts?
That
kept you warm in your dreamy weariness
Your
nostalgic passes and latent wishes
Could
have been
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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