spend my days trying to let the anger dissipate
in time i am told
in time
is that horizontal or vertical time?
one corrupt the other eternal
the spirits keep me company
but ill feelings get in the way of their wisdom
i swear i am trying
in my way i am trying to let you in
some nights the stars make this heart of lead lighter
and remind it of its inherent sparkle
the moon has become my mother
my one and only mother
only trust the moon mother
cool and aloof she guides
not smothers like a too hot sun
the ringing in my ears wont stop
i saw orange orbs crack thin sheets of ocean ice
the dogs see right through the pain
they can see straight through to where this is all leading
just breathe, just breathe
sometimes i want to stop all that inspiring and expiring
inspiring and expiring inspiring and expiring
inspiring and expiring inspiring and expiring inspiring and expiring
it's exhausting
then a cold cold February wind forces icy screams down my throat
straight to my sleepy lungs and forces me to wake up
rise above
rise above
rise above
this bull is meant to sacrifice itself
so that the moon can fill up with dreams
as the lion is meant to be relinquished
so the sun can burn all the broken arrows and bad words
transform transmute translate transition
all
all
all
into ash and barren, fallow land
so as to receive all the newness
that is not yet understood
