Atropine

To wither, to rise
To the ambient gospel
That I am the vine
& my atrium devours
The light and sublime
But the thorny vein
Is opacity, defined
Project the wildest,
Divine, divine.

 

*Previously published on EmphasisMine.org and Emphasis Mine facebook in 2016.

Trouble Is

Voice of a pendulum
Swinging and arcing
With the occasional ricochet
But even with tiny tremble,
Movement that continues forward
Sharply disguised as backwards.
Afterall,
Here she sits
The atmospheric disturbance
With the grace of an atom bomb.
With one toe in the river,
Watching the pensive water break
As if anything but Giardia ever came from rivers.
Look.
I know I’m no permanent energy source
Lately, I’m barely a damp ember
Considering the worth of a dim burn.

*Previously published on EmphasisMine.org and Emphasis Mine facebook in 2016.

Alice, the Undying

Alice isn’t slowing down.
Alice is bracing for impact.
…but wait! Wait!
She’s not the un-believer!
The strayest heart
LIVES! And Truly!
Burrowed in that very chest
…yes, but sir! Sir!
You see, she’s witnessed The Equations!
She’s shadowed the Ball of Probability!
And quite clearly,
Almost all of the Distortions
Most -certainly- are not in her favor!
… if you could just! Just!
Listen,
The potions are dangerous!
Invigorating!
Infuriating!
Indignant!
One will make it stop,
But will also stop her heart
And one will can end the cycle,
But only with a thousand potion bottles
In between!
…madam! Madam!
If you could give just a moment!
Surely you’d be wise enough to see
Or kind enough to-
… please I’m trying to expl-
… if I could ju-
… no, of cour-
… yes, but i-
… i-
No.
Alice has landed.
Whole access granted.
So hear me between lines
That in this Wonderland mine,
These distortions are distributed
By only those that are inhibited
So take the hand extended
And come away commended
From that rigid dream
Of merely a means
For your escape
With wings to drape
Because here, we do not fall
But at our own pace.

 

*Previously published on EmphasisMine.org and Emphasis Mine facebook in 2016.

The Fabricator

Hush.
Be still.
With your sanity redacted,
You can be free again.
Know that I am the Fabricator
Clutch this numb, frigid hand
And no reality
Will come to you,
Will destroy your peace,
Will haunt your dreams;
Together we will
Rewrite our consumption,
Recollect and reconfigure
The cogs of our existence.

 

*Previously published on EmphasisMine.org and Emphasis Mine facebook in 2016.

The Silhouette

Paradox used to be my favorite word.

Until I became it.

And now, I’m so far from who I am
That I couldn’t get any closer
I’m the loudest in the muffled silence,
Most flamboyant in my reluctant hesitance
And most habitual in my stark unpredictability.

And next, freedom will build my prison.
But ever more, weakness will hold my strength
And misfortune my fortune
And I will build everything from my nothing.

 

*Previously published on EmphasisMine.org and Emphasis Mine facebook in 2016.