Befuddled and stupefied I'd stare
Wide eyed at the white wall in my midst
Boredom
Hovering like a disease
ready to strike
my restless mind
privy to the negativity
fed to me on TV and other various devices
sending sub-sonic waves
into the air I breathe
But today
I'm not thirsty
I find myself writing this decree
perhaps finally listening
to the voices that speak to me...
What I crave
Inspiration like dried leaves shivering on
the branches stretched above my knees
And every psychotic episode
that I allow myself the opportunity to dive head first into
takes me to a pair of eyes
blinking in low light
understanding
What I want
Understanding the life that permeates in the space
between the beings that stomp this soft earth
all upside
rightly bound to a core
of gravity that slithers
around a light that burns
Embers that morph slowly from red to bright blue
That burn that binds me to you
Two eyes blinking in low light
lending me their stories
So I might be able
to fight the good fight.
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