There was a shadow at dawn
and a growth in my death
a Black Stranger
birdwatcher
paying for space
with soul dismayed
a garden gnome
on a pile of stone
a-flowering sparks
from the formless dark:
a hinterland
education
bandwidth
break
a suburban
discernment
wavelength
split
a living room
oracular
crop circle
drawl
your friendly
neighborhood
creepshow
crime
watch
crawl
from a slow,
steady grave
I slave to the grind
of mastering the mind
within this eternally
ululating
power (mad) grid
my energy burns
in the demiurge Sun,
turning the worm
as bird songs die
on a dopamine high
cumulative traumas
in (largely ignored)
car alarm dramas,
how everything
ding ding dings
on freedom’s ring
an open air
soul farm
echo chamber
daydream screen
your average
flesh market
bypass spiel
this electric
thoroughfare
witness crowd
(the dark One
for whom the
fellahin bowed)
but there’ll be a
flowering
from my breath
and growth in
my garden
from my breath
and growth in
my garden
yet
and as sure as
cities die
on charnel winds
I remain here &
away-
a black stranger
backslider
praying for grace
with faith displayed
still slaving to the grind
of mastering the mind
Powerfully penned, Benjamin. This is an excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
This caught my eye the most and I could not shake it. Looking for the higher power and as you look its like a rush of happiness. very interesting piece of work
“my energy burns
in the demiurge Sun,
turning the worm
as bird songs die
on a dopamine high”
This vibe hits hard with some heavy, cryptic and foreboding tones.
Straight diggin this!!
Much respect
Naaj