15 min. to midnight
Before me
mass
a grip of half-eaten,
1/4 digested,
1/16 disposed,
1/8 decomposed
self-"inflicted"
missions
books from masamune
to durkheim
from giddens
to foucault
and the thoughts flow
in tributaries
in deltas
distorted lakes
and electric currents
(A/C D/C adaptors, barricades, and dams)
what does it mean to be drunk off ideas
flying high off a landscape of the mind
much forgotten in the undertaking
much left on the shores of the river stix
a passage through the brilliant night
of the liminal. we come out fighting
exhausted, some of us
dead, still-born, still-birthing
with the potential for a greater fecund
toward life
for many of us
a brilliance banished
living not on the thought
of an exile, but a native
within an exiled world
we travel together
perhaps blind
lengths apart
in silence
but together through
the dark days of our waking soul.
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