Full circle

A slice in the sky
Just a piece really before the depression
Then lunacy.
Yet even before that, dyslexia
Alzeheimer’s
Sloth
Internal body aches
Emotional cancer.
Cars conk in the middle of the street
Keys are lost
Computers hang
Late for an important meeting
Kids are late for school
The daily grind
The body contorts as it hungers to hear something for the soul
You turn to strong spirits for a kick in the gut
Fangs come out
You wish you have wings or can at least find your broomstick
Night falls still the mind prowls
With only that piece of light
Illuminating life
Thank goodness for stars.
When the slice becomes a full bowl
Bask in the strength bestowed by
More light now. Tempered wildness
And bizarre, seemingly senseless irrationality.
The world fast forward in slow motion
Puzzle bits of reality fall into place
Life is almost sane
And everything is possible and acceptable.
I wear my silver.
Until the night dims again
And only the owls can see
Insanity lurks in the darkness with the rest of the moon.
Onlookers assume everything is back to normal.
The tendencies are veiled until the slice
In the night sky is again on the other side.
My silver melts
Awaiting a new cycle of madness.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
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