so nothing will be left to embrace

the sundering

they say it comes and goes

but for naught

lifeless headlamps

which will break into the oceans

of the love of something that’s burning

on the mother’s unmarked grave

conceptions regress into giant’s toys

that kill in the instant

it takes for life to go bye

leave while their backs are to you

filter thoughts through the skein

of the silence releasing all of the blessings

malformed by lesser words said

feed the symmetry emotion

you are dying every little moment anyway

only open eyes realize

certain aspects ascertain paths

of the ways you feel

having undone the doing

sighs upon size upon rise upon minds

regressing into a soft submission

regarding the small death that can grace

your schedule at any instant, an impromptu meeting

solving the problems that seem the most important dawning

realization that they are the least

of the worries

cry when you can not

hurt when the cannon shot

cruel, even in the exasperation of

the fact that nothing could have

been done in the first place

uproot pretense of grace

nothing sleeps in the why

of the numbness behind your eyes

everlasting thoughts following

the river of tears

where they farm our sorrows

running for so long

let’s get drunk then face it

the epitaph of an obituary

just before the DVR

started to record


15 thoughts on “Sym(me)try

  1. ‘the sundering’ is one of my all time favorite older sayings. glad you brought it back and you did it justice.
    mindful of the shared appreciation for a woman with a cigarette in her mouth, the ‘olden’ days where such things were fun and wonderful and not banned and bad. sometimes i’d like to press erase and go backward.
    lovely poem my friend

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  2. This is such a moving piece. I had the strangest sort of delayed reaction after having read it. I was meditating on the words for a few minutes when my eyes flooded with tears. Somehow, you must have touched on a dormant nerve within me. The complexity of your compositions fucking amazes me. And you always manage to evoke an emotional response, which I think is the very heart of poetry’s purpose.

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