Inaudibly,
a voice inside calls. A long forgotten tongue
crying out from the darkness of my soul.
Probing,
seeking, calling
Give life, redemption,
abundance, entirety, and increase
not shortcoming, scarcity, destitution, want and loss.
Altered
time, spent milliseconds, bogged lightning.
Confusion
and despair reign.
I must dig deeper.
A chance intersection
with another and the essence of their light and dark flashes across mine.
Recognized
agony triggers the evidence of our connection.
Quickened expectancy
Electric
delight
Temporarily
water the desert of my soul.
Drops of
life evaporate fueling the fires of madness and despair.
Oscillations
of contentment and tribulation.
Is there an
end?
I scrape still
at the promontory wedge separating me from life, redemption and peace.
© May 2018
Duane
Windell Phillips
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