As you trespass along the path of a lighted cigarette
One day later
Outward?
Karma footfalls teach direction
Toward a setting sun?
Over the horizon
Light
Like an egg yoke slipping into a pan
A gooey yellow
Slithers down
Day becomes night
A match burns out
Magics away the fire
Nothing more final
Comes to mind
Just a belief in tomorrow
Rebirth
Continuation
Finger pressed against
The Lip
Holds back a whisper
And bars the truth
I contemplate the word
Quintessence
To describe something/someone
The ultimate embodiment!
Who am I today?
A tinder of the Soul
Snow of Awakening
Mist of thought
Bonfire of the heart
Do I truly know myself?
My Nature is neither solidified Honey
Petrified in a jar
Or an ice cube dissolving
In a warm mouth.
No tear tumbling from the eye
Or diving into space
With a luggage of our despair
Underarm
So to speak
As we know
Language will betray us
As frayed rope snaps
We fall
All seems unreal
As if a vacuum could
Fill with all we wish for and
Yet still offer no fulfilment.
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Malcolm Paul
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