armageddon
complex
the pieces lay out along the floor
torn up shreds, the remains of
this festive night still in contrast
to the scene just moments before
(or so it seemed), dust thick in the air.
a high pitched whine conquers the quiet
then settles in as background noise,
almost undetectable.
the open windows let the wind flow
through to mix up this clutter, this
deconstruction left standing as
tribute to what had come before.
a slowly engulfing darkness rises
like water through a sinking ship.
from underneath it comes, and goes
up and beyond, cleansing the dust,
this phenomenon shrouded in misery.
a quick gust of wind shatters
the tranquility of this aftermath,
all the pieces upturned now
and falling into place, one by one,
constructing right on the scene.
he cannot run
who has not learned to crawl.
-6/26/97, 5:15-5:40 am
author's note: another image needed release; i was only more than happy to comply. i needed to accept that i had to work hard to get to where i knew i needed to be; it wouldn't be as simple as flipping everything and starting over. i needed to remind myself that this was going to take time.