Hazy Acres

Its a rush

Post acute

One second 

Withdraw

Wait 

Symptoms

The rush

Tossing in the turn 

Which century is it 

I thought I saw a man on the wall

Another shadow to my right 

Plant shadows 

Aloe wing 

Inside the body the chemicals are playing 

Matter realigning

A healing orchestra plays your song 

Will they stop repeating this sound

As my former self shivers in the wet forrest 

Hiding from the inevitable truth

You are being erased 

Replaced by the version before 

Enhanced with awareness 

Achy joints and a bit more reservation 

Conduct the tones while I sleep 

Blue Midnight 

Yellow morning 

Awake to pee again 

Who loves me 

Is this a new fading face 

Stop talking to me in my head 

Let the quiet speak 

The cool drift of things that don’t fit 

Lack of feeling 

All part of the moving pieces 

To see the you in you again 

Bend the body 

Feel how far you moved out the rust 

Like a pigeon now 

Or a sacred moon 

Violence circulates the aura 

Sound clears the opening 

Moving swiftly without noise 

Let this play awhile 

Madness can win 

And will be king today 

Acceptance 

You can’t hide in the dark 

Throw it a match 

Sing it lullabies 

Hum the hymns with humanity 

To yourself in the bold 

More will be more 

Like this 

Its ok to sit still

Wherever it finds the moment 

From a center to a sun 

Walking the lines 

Touching their hands 

Folding it up to deliver 

Walking the hills 

Inside the rush 

Of nothing