
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
.

moments of indecision
tended to be those
most pregnant with possibility
and hence were often
the most lucid
.

windowless
doorless
his home was many
and none
.

the most critical questions
he answered
not intellectually
but with his actions
or more importantly his inaction
.

then there were those stretches
sometimes days or weeks
when though still vivid
all seemed muffled
by the weight of the familiar
.

thoughts too had their forensic use:
to delicately dust for clues
of a missing self
.

tainted by the sun
he caught a glimpse
of what fed his sight
.

he thread his way
between the unacceptable
and the impossible
yet drove headlong into...
.

his life being a form of crude
via negativa,
it was only through pain that he learned
not to confuse the abyss of the wound
with selflessness.
.

one day
while out taking a stroll
he paused midstride
unblinking
his breath apparently suspended
after what seemed a brief dispersal
he resumed his saunter
noting with typical lack of concern
that the unremarkable
often had such an effect
.
Just so you know...
all images and text © Michael Tweed