Four Moments of a Realisation: 3 – Preservation

Now it’s morning
and the impetuous patterns of late night frustration and hate
have dulled to afterglow.
What was I thinking, well
in fact I know.
But a new piece of fate has been slotted to place
and now the picture’s completed.
It has guilt in the whole
diffuse as light over bending figures
and I rest in the foreground, depleted
amongst the contorting souls.

What a meal your body must have had
blindly searching for eradication
only to find a more complete destruction
a more essential realisation
a possibility inherent in every sexual encounter
and it reached out its tiny arms
and grasped them around you.

This is the reason for all your erratic behaviour.
This is where I may step up to serve as your saviour;
Or is this my final finger
still tense on the cliff edge, still slipping
A black hope’s transforming, messianic delusion,
seeming to my future thought
a pathetic final confusion…

But your stunned silence
gave up no noises, or few…
I lacked the last guiding revelation
and then I knew…
Then I knew.

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Send your life out in multiple directions like a galaxy shedding stars. Always come back to hope and try to thrive. All posts, (poems, stories, essays, etc.) here are composed by my hand, unless noted otherwise. Please ask if you'd like to use one.

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