CJ - Solid State

Two solid state,
super-straight-up masters
of material life
headed out for a run, a dance, a dive.

The evening bore them well
at first.
Then, as the darkness fell
they found the stars were not enough
to shine a light
on their lies
and so they fell
into the hell of misperception.

Misperceiving births misconceiving.
And so they designed a delicate madness,
Ignorance maintained by sciolic blindness
Thoughtless words they played as righteous.
They planted seeds and watered weeds,
Grew tangled webs
Of bracken underbrush and stinging nettles.
With every utterance they built their bitter garden.

When would morning come?
Would dawning could relieve
this curious spell?

Who would see that
heart-full fires
not mind-full mires
will bring the warmth of sun and light?

Two solid state,
super-straight-up, masters
of material life
headed out for a run, a dance, a dive….

 

Christine James. Copyright 2014.  
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