Original Content
Original Photo: Noguchi Museum, New York
Dark times and dark deeds,
Let writer’s block impede,
Tic tock,
Tic,
Tock,
Brain filled with deathly seeds,
One wrong move,
And the whole thing becomes,
Nothing indeed.
Music must be the key.
Sliding into a waking dream,
Mellow Cello,
Reverie.
Sun beams through a window.
Slow motion free fall,
In a vacuum,
Trace the clouds,
Found my silver lining in Japanese milk candy,
Sip of Nikka Whiskey,
Ta-dum.
Time Lapse,
Forward,
Backward,
Pause...
Present,
an insubstantial screen.
A jarring nudge,
Back to reality.
Wait,
Gentle strum,
Vibrations,
Little people earthquake,
Aftermath,
The crack of a celery stick.
Wisps of smoke at my fingertips,
Swirling upward to my lips,
Kisses of what could be.
Stone mentality,
Stoicism,
Obsidian theme,
Fixated to the color scheme,
Corporeal body,
Material centrality,
Suffering a mental fatality,
How can we solve the duality?
However, Three Cornered World.
Soseki, my savior.
Perceptions shifted in totality,
Or maybe just in tonality,
Carnage through indifference,
Devastating brutality.
Caught a breath.
I sit here and wonder
Why Does The Raven Never Leave?
