Best wishes

Awoke enraged, not so abnormally early, 

as of lately, over the years.

It was

when the pieces of to-day come 

to-gether, jagged edges

fit like drifting continents

Mean-while 

I feel the Red Sea churning in me,

a chemical nadir or lake-effect

chill, the miasma of yester-day

post-comatose and 

it all seems circumstantial.

To each their own:

Reaction, dreams-re-action, re-sponse

in a more vulnerable way,

most appreciated

On Sundays

with all the

preaching, humility,

and alms, atonements that sound

off, and on

faint echoes-chants of fury flare up

As I smolder

screens and screams of forgiveness

do not alleviate the weight,

some may say, silently changing forms

from matter to steam

was all one should wish for

one another.




Painting by Frank Buchser, 'Portrait of a young woman' 1868 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.