Trance State

Charged by the pressure in a whisper...

Hanging desperate on the edge of one response, like a junkie in a puke-stained alley,

I really had not one more place to go...

There’s only here, and what evokes raw fear...

The remnants of an age shout their blessings from their windows without pause...

A black light hangs deep within my heart...

The night draws down, and lifts me out...

It’s needle slips through my chest, and slips back out my back, making quick work of my exposed and pink sense of free will...

Now I’ll walk outside and pick up tickles from the crowd on my antenna...

“Are you coming in, Field Commander?...”

I can’t deny it or concur!...

...There’s so little light for humanity to follow, so we constantly bicker with ourselves over whether or not our existence matters when it’s bathed in longish shadows that consume each passing hour...

The bridge that takes us home will not stay still...It’s always trembling!...

The way back to who I was is marred by holes, and the languishing boards on the

bridge...

When I walk along it, I know there’s great risk, and I wonder who it is below

who watches with a sense of pride...

I’m sweating, and it soaks my brow...

We come together, like a gathering of stones upon a winding beach...

As the sun swiftly melts, the time to open like a flower beckons!...

Now the sweating sun; she’s gone in seconds, and in that time we sang and gleamed

like diamonds that discovered dreams

just when the world went up in flames...

I am now so charged by the pressure in a whisper.

©

2/25/20

Fallen Sparrow (Alessa Cleanse)

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