Some more poetry... Not got much else currently... This is a revised version of the poem in my last post, which I wrote à few years ago now... Wrote this last night. The final Awakening perhaps?
￼ (song in background is Momo's by Connan Mockasin)
Unravels before me like the oceans
Of time deranged.
Nostalgia: no longer the courtesy she once gave, so I
Like Janus, now look both ways.
Unravelling, in this ancestral twine,
The souls of my defeat are soaked
Beyond skin, and as I stoop down low
To look within
(tying yellow ribbons round the silver birches of my dreams)
I find the warmth of inertia
Ushering me, softly, softly in.
Tears roll across the landscape
Of past tense incandescence
Landing somewhere beyond the silence of our dark
Where embers no longer impart
Beginning, somewhere lost in the
Midsts of too many false starts...
And I am succumbed to this at-oneliness
Which yields too little light.
(You know this as well as I)
And yet this nostalgia for the fall
(like our château cardboard)
Is almost complete.
As blood rains down in lava flow and dystrophy
(I, wept weep)
Look forward now
And memory, she sleeps...