sink

that sinking feeling–

the open world of gut instinct,

gnawing at the inside,

making the air cold

and the rain turn to glass

a burlap sack filled

with empty pockets,

morsels leaking from the sides,

money spent to tithe

the past

a small king in a big world

and big worlds dotting

the universe–

back to now–

back to then–

the sinking of skin on skin,

breath in breath–

blinking in and out,

off and on–

the last roadsign at

the edge of a starry slipstream

before the pavement

turns left, sharply

out of sight

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the philosphical millipede of progress

I.  IN WHICH WE LEARN OF CHAOS

  1. Formation of Image
  2. Seeking in Imagination
  3. Clouded Sight/Unclear Vision
  4. Collective Unconscious
  5. Universal Consciousness


II.  IN WHICH WE ORDER CHAOS

  1. Breaking of the Image
  2. Imagination Restructured
  3. Sharpening the Senses
  4. Drawing from Depths
  5. Universal Order


III.  IN WHICH ORDER DISSOLVES

  1. Inertia
  2. Dissatisfaction
  3. Limits and Boundaries
  4. Active Deconstruction
  5. Completion of the Fracture


IV.  IN WHICH WE RECOVER

  1. Silence
  2. Light
  3. Sound
  4. Sight
  5. Waking


V.  IN WHICH WE RECONCILE/SYNTHESIZE

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    Sonnet

    i took some time
    away from writing
    to find the thing
    worth writing of.

    i lived the words
    and worlds i’d spun
    and took the advice
    i had given.

    when the words wouldn’t come
    as easily as they had,
    i learned what i had
    missed for so long:

    the writing comes second
    to a life worth writing of.