'The First Day.'

An ephemeral gloaming saturates my fallen genius… i shilly-shally exclusively with the abandon on my husk. A tap, tap, tap, plays obtuse against my windows; pain. Perhaps the jingle trapped so deep, be incentive now for why i must... Exhume my creeping confusion, The imbroglio twirls so endless! Retract all you anguish bled blades, Design them instead, as the gentlest kiss. Yet... You twist my trepidation on... The tumultuous sarcoma for my mind! A pantomime of a misfortunate loon, i stand on hoof as bovine... Wishing that i could... ... ... ... Empty the star-dark around me, Accept that the gown drapes around. Adventure through misguided suffering, As i act, once again, just a clown. A fleeting uplift from a vivid, illuminating genesis... i bathe recluse to touch a beam of perfect prosperity. A tap, tap, tap, plays eternal for the jingle in my deepest; dark. Yet urged to retreat by the force of the gleam in my... Tumbling spiral from which i emerge, Unscathed, in fact... pleasingly sweet. Tumult repair before my own demise, This mentality will not lead defeat. So... Unwrap the curtains, swim in recline, Jumble the deter caught fixed inside, Bait for the sunrise, i convene with myself, Today is the first day I’m at peace with my mind. Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 08:40 PM PST, harry luck    0 • 12