Stranger to myself

the overarching madness of indecision
I wait up while she sleeps
counting the ticks of time
the repetition on days enveloped and replayed
by nights lonely mind machine...

Forgive forgetfulness
even this was fractured
from the beginning.
Songs that taught us love.
Words to calm the tide
and call down the moon from
high on her perch. Remember
how that light held her in as
night embraced a world still
too large for convictions.
The condition of human choice.
Find this heart but lose
this shallow voice.
I may have loved once,
The slow eviction of the tenant heart.
forget forgiveness. Even this
was emptiness from the start.

Dreams and loose reams of reality,
duality of corners. I turn lost in
the cosmos imagining invention,
this pretention of ground,
crowned with something like magic,
tragic and curious, furious it blossoms
from Valhalla or Olympus, exquisite.
Demons were Gods once.

Reviews

[Snuggles McClintock]

The thing I really dig about this piece is your use of incongruous phrases.

Night's lonely mind machine
the condition of human choice
slow eviction of the tenant heart

this keeps me intrigued as a reader and gives me an image puzzle to put together and gather my own interpretation from. Some readers may not find it as soothing as I, but I hold that a true point will get my brain to interact with their words not shut me down.

well done