Tuesday, September 19, 2017

23 Emotions: Liberosis



...when it's gone past midnight,
the other side of twelve,
unlucky thirteen looms large.

A glance backward,
the rear view, an unbroken path.
A single tire mark into the vanishing point.

Was something lost, in that moment past the tipping hour?
(...more than a decade means you rend things wrong)
Niceties are impregnated with imaginative intent.

Step off from imagination,
the world is not in there...
but in the chosen subjective reality between.

Let go of nothing.
Let go...
)nothingness can't be held(

Time folds in on itself,
across the chasm,
You are there.

Dawn comes,
morning shatters the horizon with light,
illuminating that unbroken line.









liberosis

n. the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zone—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

23 Emotions: Adronitis


A puff of wind...
and it's gone.

Pulled in both directions,
time, coupled with here, and now.

A flash of magic that races through,
in a heartbeat,

tracing a physical course,
down mental pathways.

...and in that heartbeat,
I would tell you my deepest unknown.

My heart beats into the air,
and the moment is gone.

Wishing for an eternity will not grant one,
but I wish anyway...

(on stars, as is the custom)

one wish, floating,
spiraling up on coils of dust, and smoke...







adronitis

n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone—spending the first few weeks chatting in their psychological entryway, with each subsequent conversation like entering a different anteroom, each a little closer to the center of the house—wishing instead that you could start there and work your way out, exchanging your deepest secrets first, before easing into casualness, until you’ve built up enough mystery over the years to ask them where they’re from, and what they do for a living.