THE MIRROR OF WORDS
What’s the point of love?
You’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
I guess I’m getting tired of living.
I used to enjoy my imagination.
Now I’m just sad all the time.
Dreading the Fall.
I can feel time passing.
I am a transient human.
Dogs and cats don’t question meaning, even though they have curiosity.
It’s the questioning.
What’s the point? All will be revealed soon enough.
Surrendering yourself: It was always happening.
Does this long goodbye make us human?
Why don’t I feel like I’m going home?
Is the fight worth it?
Loving the fight? Fighting the love?
A mirror of words.
The day is born, the day dies.
The night is long.
My eyes are lamps.
They shed no light.
And I no longer reach for those stars.
Tonight, I reach for the stairs.
Farewell, fond memories,
I can’t carry you up any farther.
Your gravity stoops my shoulders
Into the emptiness of inner space.
I know why the coyote howls at the light of the distant passing moon;
Why the dog howls at the sound of the distant passing train;
I chew my bones and howl to God.
Pass the leftovers; ham and turkey.
I am a cannibal.
I will ascend to the gallows cross, pierced and punctuated.