Whiplash of the Occult Surrender

 

Outside the river entrance

Light as ash, I felt upright

The king-emotions of a lifetime

 

My brain and heart were perishable relics

Imagining no shuttering, a higher refresh-rate

Than the others, the tribe was distant

 

Over the incorrigible sunrise

I let go of clocks, chronicles, calibrations

So much dismemberment from forgotten summers

 

In a body of flame, leached marigolds

Blew me from November leaves

I was not autonomous like pristine daylight

 

But delineated by night's capture

A major bureaucrat of my own doom

Without any urge to engineer events.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This is one of those "I sorta get it, sorta don't" pieces. I understand the letting go of time and forgotten summers (equaling loss--also echoed in the line containing "November leaves"), but I'm not quite sure my understanding of the piece as a whole is quite there. You're letting go of the past, but you are the bureaucrat of your own doom and have no intention or desire to turn the train around, perhaps...so you're still speeding toward the inevitable fall...? Am I close or not?

[Sympatico]

the piece is about a surrender to your destiny, no train-wreck in sight. Just the idea that we are all unique, have our own special kind of suffering and gladly learn to accept living in our own skin, for a few more years...

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Interesting... I wouldn't have gotten that. To me, the last stanza was foreboding, not accepting. Of course, one cannot forget to give you big hugs for your amazing vocabularly, word choice and phrasing.

[Sympatico]

Well one witness one's biology behaving in the world, but to enjoy the journey of human events knowing they aren't completely real is the freedom of the surrender.

[Sympatico]

*witnesses

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Not completely real? Are we talking the Matrix, here? ;)

[Elleannatasha]

Your use of language is engaging and provoking. Bureaucrat of doom is excellent. It is such a hard but necessary fight to not engineer the events of our lives.