The Slow Progression of Silent Linear Time

“He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.” Aeschylus
 
..
 
Breathe
And
Watch me
Rotate
In
Cyclic
Motion
I am your
Evening
Star
 
..
 
Drip from the kitchen
Sink
A slow
Leak
But
Worrisome
Another expense
 
Smell of mold
In the hallway
Wonder at its
Source
Each time I
Pass
That way  
 
Clean up  
Hair
From the kitchen
Floor
Each cut is
Unique
She tells me
Of her time
In beauty
School
Thought a waste
Now
Put to use
We laugh and calculate
How much
Money we’ve
Saved
In 10 years of these
Home
Haircuts
 
..
 
Breathe.
 
In the great cold
Vasting
Where nothing
Animal
Strives
For long
Against the cyclic
Starvation and
Demise
We are suns
Of radiant
Wants
And burnings
 
Fingers of light
Reaching
To orbit
Each other
Moving
Circular
In curious
Regard
Accelerating
As we
Knit
Together
 
My atoms force their way
Forward
Your molecules
Surround
And absorb
I am
Control
And you are
Capacity
 
I love with
Cold
And as seasons
Spin
Uncontrollably
With
Fury
 
You grasp and
Hold
Me
Destruction
To chip your
Stone
Visage
And
Boil your
Seas
Before
Resting
 
I am
Strong
But you are
Enduring
 
I catch your
Breath
In my
Hands
And with
Slow
Deliberate
Motion
Rolling between palm and thumb
Fashion a
Mirror
Of what I
See
 
Longing
Consuming
Elemental
Beauty  
 
Just breathe.
 
..
 
Nothing is static
Nothing is constant
Everything is burning
 
I am the despised
Disregarded
Despot
Of the nothing
Machinations
 
Steward of the mouth
Of no
Flatteries
Stoically
Sewn
Shut
 
I am the bearer of  
Hands that
Seek no
Society
 
I reek of your
Refracted
Disdain
Not I for
You
You for
Me
Of your knowing
Nothing
At all
About me
Of your
Needing me to
Be
Less
Than your
Equal
 
I am not the pan-galatic
Pursuer of
Posts
Pizzling upon
Everything
To increase my
Popularity
 
I am not the well
Sown
Manipulations
That your
Politicking
So purposefully
Promotes
You fucking
Baying
Dogs
Humping
Everything
Yeah
You know who you are
Better than I
 
I am
Alone
In the
Cold
Chamber
Within the
Folds
Of my discipline
Cloak
Where my heart’s
Desire
Consumes
Itself
Paying no
Dividends of
Usury
 
I am silent as the
Worn
Pyramid of
Crumbling
Stone
Refusing to gaze on your
Slitherings
 
I am your ill used
Untouched
Refuse
And whilst you
Dance the marionettes
Jig
On a concerto of your own
Strings
I cut my
Wings
To seat my
Shoulders
Upon a throne of
Burning
Fashioned from your
Leavings
 
Seated
Upon this heap of
Disease
Eccentricity
Absurdity
Could it possibly be
Honesty
Would you even
Recognize it
When you’re
Looking
Right
At it
Here  
Where I am your
King
Where my eyes
See
Everything
Burning
 
Lesser goblins always
Nip at the
Heels of fiercer
Monsters
Bitten
Ankles is the
Price
 
I bet that pisses you off
Haha
 
Just breathe.
 
..
 
The universe is something else
We are tiny bits of sentient energy
In a great
Vasting
We have
Only
The most
Remote
Concept
Of
 
Consider this.
 
We are energy
In a system of energy  
 
Sunlight on her upturned face
Smiles as she munches
A store bought treat
Wind makes her hair
Dance
With wistful grace
Reminds me of sprites
And ballerinas
Between acts
Carefree and limber
I gently
Brush them
Aside
Her smile
Widens
I just want to
Touch
Her
 
Moonlight on her upturned face
Smiles an ocean of  
Warmth
Radiating
Her inner
Vulnerability
Song of her secret
Spirit
Whispers
She is ready
To be kissed
 
Smell of her hair
Taste of her lips
Beat of my love wrecked
Heart
Dashed upon her
 
Love is an energy
You give of your heart
Willingly
But also
Your heart
Decides
You feel
Compassion
Longing
Pain
Acceptance
Wonder
Tenderness
 
You love  
 
Ask a scientist
Ask a poet
I am a little bit of both
 
Love is an energy.
 
..
 
Breathe.
 
I want to plunge
Into depths of
Heat
Wet and tepid
Breath
A press of
Goosed
Flesh
With a strength of
Lunatic
Abandon
To pull at the
Seams of tightly
Sewn
Skin
With my
Need
To ache
Open
The mouths that
Feed
Me
Lust and
Overfill
Me with
Intimate
Satisfaction
 
Just breathe.
 
..
 
Smell of a meal
Wafting under the door
From the kitchen
Curls savory fingers
That seductively say,
Come hither
 
Sound of
Footfalls
Clang of
Pots
Rush of
Dishwater
Tells me she's
Alright
Another day
 
Moon
Peeks
Through the
Sliver of
Window
Uncovered by the
Curtain
 
Pale
Lashes of
Illumination
Fall over her
Eye
 
She gathers and holds the
Light
Dropping silent
Petals as
Promise of the
Sun’s
Return  
 
My heartbeat
Breathing
Rhythmically
Being
These waters
Of my life
Flowing
Through my
Veins
My lips
Ebb
Flow and
The slow progression of silent linear time  
 
I quip, she smiles. She sparkles. My heart smiles.
 
..
 
Consider this.
 
We are each
Ensconced
In Plato's cave
The brain in the
Skull
Interpreting chemically
Filtered through a
Lens of subjective
Prior
Experience
All we
See
Is
Shadows
Of flames
Upon the
Wall
 
Contemplating what
Is
From what
Is
Perceived
Becomes an extensive and
Exhaustive
Labor in and
Of
Itself
 
We are consummate time travelers
Into the past
Some live with this more
Comfortably
Than others
But, regardless
We're always moving
Forward
It is the only direction
In a linear existence
 
Breathe it
In
Let it
Go
Watch it
Rotate
In a cyclic
Motion
See and
Know
 
Everything is burning.
 
..
 
The Slow Progression of Silent Linear Time
By
Daniel Christensen
Writing as
The Fire Elemental

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