someone mentioned that they were putting on some music in order to
drown out the music playing in their head. as this sounded like a
plausible methodology, he decided to try a similar strategy in
regards to stupidity.
after several attempts he deemed the experiment a success, but he
came out looking the fool just the same.
.
he found it preferable
to keep the eyes open
on the off chance that he might
catch a glimpse of the breathless
.
no longer expecting anything
from anyone
he was soon shattered
by kindness
.
after flailing about for so many years
he was out of gestures
time to let the world
.
he slipped quietly into himself
not as an end but as a means
.
with each greeting his sense of responsibility
grew beyond its already infinite proportions
fortunately he saw this not as a burden
but as a blessing
.
each morning
with the first word
silence began
.
the days tended to slip away, and once again the dark had crept up on
him. staring into it he mustered his courage, firm in the belief that if
he could get past the inevitable feeling of futility he would be able to
catch a glimpse of the truly useless.
.
the barbarians weren't at the gate
they were within
always had been
so who was it that he had been battling all these years?
.
one, three or thousands
in the end not even the number
of skies would matter
.
even something as straightforward
as slicing a loaf of bread
could be overwhelming
so he set down his knife
and let the light cut through him instead
.
it was tempting to conclude that
all were just blisters on the void
.
breach
or light stretched taut
still the abyss
glorious
.
each note was played
on a broken string
.
though guilt was typically crushing
he thrived in simple regret
.
trusting no one
he had nowhere to turn
but the sky
.
Just so you know...
all images and text © Michael Tweed
