Stare into the Fire

Grinding feelings deep in the pit
the more I don't care
the more I feel it
Needles of light
cut through dense night
the world breathes
Cool fog forming drops of neon and blue
dance, slip, hang on lamps and windows
Cycles of moisture
hold bonds of matter
with every drift, wave, and splatter
Agitated states
change the world forever
The sloth of our being
shaped moments together
Thin lines wash in and out of blackness
distant pictures of regret and sadness
O my frayed pieces!
I stomp the sidewalk
frantic solution
I stare into the fire
watch my minds polution

1 comment:

  1. What a fascinating combination of word and image. Nice work.