Shift
I fear I've run out of time again
the old beaten, trodden paths
diverging into these forks
expansive semi circles,
paradigm shifts,
zeroes.
I've tried not to kill a large part of
me, yes I tried to contain the
disease but now I must
release this raw force
before it can divide
my jetflow from
each new
infection
it's really all about these transitions...
the shift or influx from inflicted pain
and the fusion into raw, riveting
energy. a new cataclysm.
they say this creativity
chooses its own
scores of
ten.
Oh, pain how I've endured and owned you!
Turned dust into skeptical creation and
taken that which was rightfully mine
back from you, back from you
and let it flow into words
left with nothing but
this top level sky
the scent of
life and
hope.
VJA 2006
