Sometimes, art is life support
Two words
A paragraph
Something, anything; to grab your soul

To reveal beauty
Pure, unadulterated
Raw
Connected

To help us feel everything
All at once
At that moment
We need it most

Screaming consciousness of reality
It’s incessant desire to puncture my soul
To live stream from my eyes
Into a world, reflecting our reality

The fog of dancing echoes
Of past and future’s nature
As tall Evergreen trees
Growing from the mind of the many

No clear ponds
Only ripples through time
Washed away by the wind
Our endless stream

Electric pulses
Current currents
Live wire exposure
No ground, no sound

The connection is faulty
Our direction is folly
Randomly jolting
Life is done

Insulated purpose
Our threaded surface
Locked in service
Life is won

I took an off road trip for a while.
My mind wandered, and my body aches.
A little poison, a little neglect.
I’m back now, you see.

I’m a road warrior.
My eyes red from the dust.
I’m not broken, I’m seasoned.
I’m a blue moon death star.

I’m ready to return.
To face the world.
To enter the world.
To become it; once again.

I’ve fallen
I can’t fear
Another day broken
Left at sea

Moored on nothingness
As my flesh atrophies
As wisps of smoke become joy
As ashes become my soul’s fire

I claw back to life
To a day at home
Living in rhythm
It sings; the schism
Dancing with itself