"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Friday, August 5, 2016

Nacreous Bottom

I let them take over
The small machinations
Of a part of my mind
That they said
Was better left unloved.
With every pinnacle
Every peak
Every jagged faced mountain
I've ever scoured,
You will always come down
At some point
And it will be
A deep blue
a nacreous bottom
In some ways
Those moments
Make me feel
Like I have just been born
Like I have yet to live
Like the last 23 years
Are a drop
In a river
And they drift away--
Nothing at all.

1 comment:

  1. Excellent JB - this one would make a sweet spoken word.


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