Morbid Thoughts 1/21/2014
Some thoughts
Just cannot be captured
And they escape explanation
Or expression.
This visit me
As I lay down at night
Like tongues of flame
Licking at my brain.
If not written down
They disappear forever
Brilliant and irreplaceable
As they rise up
Like sparks from a fire.
They can come to anyone
If only they knew to ask
But so many wallow in the dust
With their face in the dirt.
I have tried to recreate them
But it’s just like fumbling in the dark
Try as I might to translate
Ethereal inscriptions
Of raw inspiration.
Everyone gets tired
And everyone longs for something else
But it is all for nothing
If it leads you down a hole.
The sadness passes
And so also does the anger
If you realize what it is
And what will come.
Let them all
Run with the line
Dragging it as far as they can
Deep into the black.
For they also
Shall be pulled back
And jerked onto the deck
To flop in the sun
Secrets and all.
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