The Vigilant SwingA Poem by PerditionA voice in permanence spoke lightly My eyes gazed easily over the abstract district Morning patterns Dutifully aligned ‘neath night’s wakeful apathy Stacked and fluttered before me The very condition of a living thought It’s thick existence temporarily dismounted Afloat in fluttering winds A winged conscience Conscious of nothing but the reaction to Random lines Preclusion of certain madness perhaps But in wider scopes of mood These casual stacks breed answers There is more of reason More to deception than just A gloss in cornea here Other things to reckon than hurled moments and
certainly more than just the old midnight taps from spigots Disrupting
this wakeful dream I dared fathom what hands could create such
testimony As such that lay before me The shroud blazed in red stained ink Monsters of treason crawling up from within I chose my door skillfully and began to cut out
the sounds Like fish falling from a high dry puzzle they
screamed to the floor And the resonance scurried to hell I could only vision the eye of poison that led me
here The coat that last I saw opening out through mist The hiss of the street lamps And my hands gaged eerily against their cause I can neither describe nor interpret why I am
still allowed such reveries But in this end I know its’ a rub on the rings of
descent This disease to pathology keeps me ill And with the raven shadows my page Like a godly child I burn the curtains Breathing deep One last stack, I promise the child Wishing in
mind A better noose of dream to sweep. © 2013 PerditionReviews
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