Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Lamps II (Memoir)

What’s outward, a prompted appearance, more
complaisance?
This is cordial, but often resisted, where stress ensues.
We
affect for peace, where peace is wanting, to frustrate
peace. I’m calm with silence, and uncalm with silence,
where silence traumatizes. To behave is to comply;
where ideally, blind compliance—is frowned upon. I
drift.

It was ever zeal, a flux of passions, an unspoken rhythm.
We soared in flames, sealed in silence, to rebirth pains.
I’m chained to our sorrows, in need of a clearing, from
soul to soul. It’s ever for pith, a subtle gash, leaking
into a conscious. We seize for power, enlove with
comforts, affronted by opposition. It’s such a rift, a
plain embarrassment, to waft through hells; but more
for rain, to open souls, to pant through meadows.

I sighed when heaven broke, to trek a grave, to shatter
caskets. There was such a veil, a broken latch, where
demons flew. Nature was flogged, a spell grew wings, a
cauldron was brewing. I wanted for peace, where peace
had perished, for want of control. A spirit sobbed, to
whelm a soul, channeled for trances. So many wishes,
a futile pressure,
running through dungeons.
Lights were dim, an urge was burning, ever to perish.
Something died, where thorns flourished, to surge
through
psyches; but once for ardor, to stand a prow, to pet a
grackle.

We perish so lightly, to feel so heavy, a rasp to souls. We
gnaw seaweeds, lost for esoteric, to glamorize pains. I
blare it loudly, “Something is missing,” a fraction of life.
I give for peace, to unchain thoughts, found in a ripple;
for guts are churning, acid is stirring, calling to let live.
This is life, despite a claim, ever to face it. 

PS.

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