As I step out,

the cool breeze is reinforcement against the intensity,

and the temperament of the landscape unfolds.

An esoteric manifestation

of one’s life revelation is revealed,

while the accumulation of another’s nightmare begins to unfurl.

 

To speak of light, to speak of darkness,

to speak tittering and melancholy

that beyond the boundaries of mines drum can be

perceived as nothing but silence.

Some perceive what is and what is to come;

others of what has yet and may not ever exist;

only in the angst despair of the hazy mist

of consciousness or even unconsciousness.

 

A day given to reconcile their past grievances

or to bolster their future accord with themselves;

to justify their reason for being.

The compelling grip from a confidantes words,

and the slithering patient fangs of surrounding constituents

encompass each moment.

 

I attempt to remember what I’ve learned,

what I’ve been taught, and what I have experienced

throughout the lifeblood of my past; hoping to tap

into the lifeblood of what will be.

“Face today” I say to myself,

look once more into the fray

for what lies ahead can’t be read from a bookshelf.

What comes next can bring life; it can bring a lesson from hell.

 

“Do not think, feel”; to raise a finger to the night sky

brightened by the ordained constellations,

and the head moon. If one focuses too much

on the guided appendage, then

their perception will be caged from all of that heavenly glory.

The choice is made each awakening.

I will make this my firmament…or live and die

in my purgatory.