I’m writing with glass eyes
Clouded and impartial.
Weeping without wiping.
Dead leaves on my welcome mat.
Pile, hide and fester
till the dry season.
Burns
burns
violently.
Permanent impermanence.
Holding onto my empty pen
I know life has only one exit.
I’ve seen the spirit
come
dazzle
then fly escape away from my grip.
Beauty so deep.
Gone with reason in the wind.
Life is brutal darling.
Don't let your meme post tell you different.
Go out into the world.
The real world where that same deep beauty kills you as you slowly inhale it’s ancient scent.
Realize how life treats you.
How harmoniously horrific
it is within.
Testify, to it’s beauty
That contains
no reason
in the wind.