In the Sky

Circles rotate vaguely and without color,

There is indistinct comfort in the certainty of their dull direction,

They swirl without stirring, hurl without impact

Then, the tightness comes.  In the chest.  Grimace:

Worry, concern, faster, fear, anger, Faster, Sweat, Tears, Blood.

Small circles, compact discs, pulsing dots, points of light.

Spinning like blades, screaming with color, vibrant, insane-

Now something is happening-Something is being eviscerated

and Truth is spilling from the wounds: Growth, can’t stop

Seeds spill like popcorn from the sky- What is inside . . .


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