Memetic joy, dimly recalled:
Burning fires &&&&
Selves unbridled

Yearly once and never more

I know and I know and
I always know

What we ought
Is what I'm not

Seeking the cell
Of a fuller, truer self

We rise and we rise and
We always rise

It's not what we want
It's just what we must

Here below the lowest heaven
Seated right where we rose
Held, as if with tender hand,
In comfortable repose

Tranquil comfort suddenly cold
What was new, now very old

The gentle prince sleeps above
the world's unquenchable fire
Eyelids kissed by rosy crimson light
bleeding into starry-eyed dreams

The furious princess stands below,
the world's betrothed, older than fire,
Arms outstretched and ready to fight,
their bleeding her starry-eyed dream

* * * * *

Impossibly tired

Impos
si
bly

l
o
w

No lower

No longer

* * * * *

 
via    Poltergeist Theatre Project    (accessed 9-8-19)

via Poltergeist Theatre Project (accessed 9-8-19)

A dying light, purely human, floats between,
shining upon the greedy world around,
Submitting itself first to be consumed
before seeing — finally, truthfully, freely...

To shine brightly upon others
Illuminates the world from without,
Robs a light of its own shine
,

But to shine brightly, completely,
For others to see and maybe touch,
Illuminates the world from within, and
Robs the darkness of its home inside


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