COFFIN LID      

 
i drag myself  
with gaping wounds  
out from under  
this inner fear  
up into the blue and clear  
above my doom  
before this mirror  
of isolated  
deep peace moments  
where i stare  
at nothing more  
than suns reflection  
upon a single leaf  
outside a window behind me  
reflected in this mirror  
along with me here
bright eyed  
at my own integration
with everything
i see and feel          
where every particle of this day
is swollen  
into the dappled  
shape shifting  
slow motion shadows  
of leaves dancing above me
unseen outside this room
beyond me here
as i am transcendently interwoven  
into the thought  
substance and being  
of everything  
around  
within and beyond me
momentarily yet timelessly
transfixed  
i consciously  
yet passively listen  
to a distant fountains
hypnotic calling  
in a fluid voice i know  
like life itself  
speaking so crisp  
so bone deep purely  
one fluid vibration  
i long to touch  
to more intimately hold  
more fully know and live again  
yet this constant knot  
ive been so long held  
captive in  
more often than not  
will not and does not  
let go so easily  
as it suffocates  
and binds securely  
making wisdoms progress slow  
thoughts adrift  
to and fro  
in and out  
dream patterns flow  
from dark to light  
stark black and white  
how clearly  
must i know  
the cause and cure  
of wounds that spill  
out their blood in so much ink  
only to occasionally congeal
seldom
but still
too often for me
beyond my will
like poison fuel  
into words that kill  
that rot and stink  
in narrow  
withered thinking  
gradually sinking me  
ever more deeply  
with each new inkling spilt  
a little more weight  
of darkened
heavy dirt
to throw upon  
a few more nails  
to drive into  
my patiently awaiting
still open
lurking 
inevitable
coffins
lid