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Posted 25, July, 2012

I Do Not Fear What I Cannot Yet See

(I) 

Haunted by future
penumbras, the shadow
of events to come.
Unable to enjoy
the present - the rise
or set of the sun,
the pleasures simple
and enjoyed by everyone -
spine hunched and muscles
bunched from contortionist
positions assumed in
corners of rooms
and prayers to more
gods than could ever listen.

(II) 

The solace of eternal
sleep is what you seek,
begging for someone to
extinguish the light
with the breath of death,
that gangrenous stench
only you can smell that
cakes your nostrils like
dried blood after a nosebleed.
Wash out your orifices
and become like the rest
of us, unfussed by things
we cannot change it’s
the past we all want to
rearrange.

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    (I) Haunted by future penumbras, the shadow of events to come. Unable to enjoy the present - the rise or set of the sun,...
  6. fearfullight said: Awesome poem, sir. I love the movement of action to desired quietism. I think…yes, a re-blog is in order here.