Thursday, July 23, 2015

Presence (Memoir)

Its intrusive silence found in presence haunting its subject. I
gaze as pixels form images, as gravel forms portraits,
retiring drumsticks; for drums have lost bass, affected come
midnight, where pigeons rest upon windowsills. Steer
sorrow related to woe a fraction of a person consumed with
presence. A world is making joy, a phase yet to come,
facing a daunting task. It’s closer to majesty—closer to
silence; where sightly a heart wrenches wildly for an outcome.
I rue not a moment tackled by woe, pitching pennies in a
pond. I rue more a complication grounded in turmoil, cast
upon light. I wade through friction tottering upon conviction,
enlightened enough to suffer. It’s more a memory slipping
into night, where facts become blurry bruises. A foundation
has come forth, saturated with presence, affected by darkness.
We weave a fortress come daybreak settled in souls peering
into facades. It becomes obvious sipping a cup of coffee,
realizing a tint of company. Light dawns upon mind: “I feel
haunted.”    

PS.

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