The mind begins blank
without thought or word
here is silence and absent
spaces
like searching an empty
room for a stranger
and seeing the infinite
hunger of the world
lacking the necessary seed
of the starting point, inspiration
the mind now filled
and thoughts come and go
and go
and taking an express
ticket to no where
in particular but still
particular and ideas
taking every right or
wrong turn
but not gaining ground; looking
and grasping at some
internal compass, direction
so the mind closes
decapitated from the world
a world brimming with
passion, innovation,
but also pain
keeping an armslength away
from people
for the mind’s own
protection
we must avoid people who
own the potential
to slaughter or embrace
and yet
I long for being
surrounded by it all; discovery
and in time, the mind is stirred
the tunnels of the head have been cleared clean;
destroyed through the ashes of renaissance
leaving only the roots that were tied to foundation
I feel different almost steady and yet
cornered to declare my place
and so we wait the final end, closure
At last the mind is decided
somehow all thoughts have eroded to equilibrium
a balance of peace and danger,
of finally coming to the finale but still holding
that forgotten thread of opportunity
My course is set, the route revealed to have been
present all along, the trumpets sound,
the battle’s won, the sun sets
the only thing one could even desire
is the ultimate
temptation; a new story.
Points: 214
Reviews: 14
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