Seasick Within The Promise
we take breath for granted until the moment it is not given then we remember the orange moon only blinks before us as breath permits it to enter our swollen gaze - our hands embrace such familiar illusions that all is as it will be - we laugh in the face of the inevitable and call our friends to recount the stories - once forgotten, twice-told never as they were before what do you remember about the silver sliver prancing in semi-glass reflections of our times? taken for granted and spilled into reservoirs of matter and dreams equally touched, equally mist we kissed our own wakefulness in requiem and in sly efforts to defy the single-filed tyranny of time. we are called to attention in the terror of our amplified rhymes nudging us forward in a plentitude of cynicism and hope. our greatest pain serves to remind us we are awake and gambling with the recurrence of will and restitution perhaps forgiveness is in order for all the animals tried to tell us as
