comfort, imagination, Purpose

Comfort weighs on our hiding heart,

masking all manner of mistakes,

 

and so prompts imagination.

 

And here ignites the dry wood of the soul

to illuminate deceitful paths through darkness.

 

Side-step, side-step. 

Stumble. 

 

Broken from the Fall. 

 

And here limp to remember what was forgotten,

in a lame man's injured dance.

 

And here falter in chaos

--confused--

old letters and dark boxes of Past,

here spill into our vision.

 

And here ripped from pretty illusions,

discovered false identities. 

 

And here we are...

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

I liked this a lot and the wording was perfect with little bouts of sensory stimulation throughout...

and so prompts imagination.



And here ignites the dry wood of the soul


to illuminate deceitful paths through darkness.

These are by far my favorite lines. Great write.


Brette