Tired mind, why can’t you sleep?
You are safe within my head;
Wall of bone, your ivory keep,
Now put your rowdy thoughts to bed.
Hush now, before the day arrives
And all your tasks fall on your pillow.
You are wasting one of your daily lives
Riding the nightly billows
That should be rocking you to slumber.
The monkey cannot weave its tail
Back through each familiar tree,
Each leap and fall, each land and fail,
Back to the ground to see
Which rotted branch in stride
Giving way when grasped
Conspired thus to guide
Where it would not have cast.
Man alone can clasp his tale
And trace collisions in his course
To speak to Time, to take her veil,
To taste the very breath of source
Leading him from there to here
By his zeal and hesitation,
By his fancy and his fear
Transforming his path and destination.
Wake up.
Wake up and face the day
Time is a paper boat afloat
Slipping ever further away
From your dancing fingertips
Seize whatever corner you can
One day it will sink deep
And you will regret each wasted hour
Submerged in dreamless sleep.
Wake up.
200 strides from where I began.
200 steps from there to here,
Pushing away 200 times,
200 times of falling near.
200 footsteps I have made
Trudging through the muck of time.
200 little victories-
200 footprints left behind.
Part I
I’m just half a moon away.
That’s all the time it’ll take
Before the shadows that fall to day
Slip off the moon, the lunar gate
Opens to you again.
Half a moon to see you smile
The hidden surface is a child
Playing hide to my seek while
Counting down. I’m wild
To see you again
In just half a moon.
Part II
Half a moon since I saw you last,
Time revolves, ahead and past,
Now half the moon has gone away
And half the world has gone to gray.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
But I cannot change
The angle of repose
Adding to the top, as high as it goes
But everything tumbles to the base
Constantly spreading to fill its space
I pour my noblest thoughts at peak
One by one, the highest strata seek,
But they mostly spill back to the ground-
Still, nothing sought is nothing found.
Science is a fascinating religion.
Somewhere under the ideas and opinions
The activity of life functions regardless.
We poke and pry and prod all this
Hypothesis by hypothesis, shade by shade,
Til we can hardly absorb the spectrum we’ve made
Of complementary to contradictory theories
All following wherever the evidence leads
Searching for the deeper, clearer truth
And struggling against the consensus view
Whether met with censure or acclamation;
It closely resembles Protestant reticulation.
Oh morning sneaking in
With bright eyes, an open throat
If you knew the night wherein I’ve been
You would see no need to gloat.
Hush, hush, triumphant sun!
Lower your blinding voice.
Can you not afford we sleeping ones
An alternative in choice?
You told me things I couldn’t hear,
Couldn’t condemn, couldn’t agree,
Preying on the secret fears
All mankind exhibits openly
And it took years to shake you off,
But it was worth each tick of time,
I deflect you with the mocking scoff-
A weak rebuttal to your crime.
If I am forced to listen unhardened,
To hear you speak into my ear,
Like poison in the sleeping garden
When jealous greed sneaked ever near
Forgive me if I make it plain
You aren’t the first Judas I have known,
Nor Judaiser, but your gain
Is toxic with the seeds you’ve sown,
And after seizing all you’re viewing,
The possession will be your undoing.
The sleepless moon is rousing me
And pulling me to ebb and flow
Pale rays cut through to drag the deep
But silt yields nothing worth the know
Still every churning of the storm
And every passing of the tide
Combs through the bowels of the abyss
To clean and purge its black insides
And by the moon the angry waves
Keep threatening to wash ashore
The hollow, lost, eroded bones
Buried, banished to the sea floor.
All watery graves overflow,
And all their secrets, in time, spill.
Every wave hits its breaking point
Against the sand, against its will,
Pushed along by the wide-eyed moon
Who does the deed and takes his rest
So that the sun may shine upon
The tangled strandline confession.
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