Poetical Commentary

Faces in the Night some nights endlessly empty some nights fatalistic forlorn some nights full, capable, fantasy some alone, abandoned, shopworn dreams they come unbidden unchained, escaped, uncloaked mirroring my anxieties wreathed, evanescent, drugged smoke langorous, bemused, befuddled abed within dawns embrace dreaming fractal fragments where to align my face i turn to behold your curvatures enwrapped beneath the sheet i reach to absorb your familiar warmth feel the pulsing of your beat the warmth of Auroras gentle rays collides with Nights cold frost i search for sense and meaning am i found or am i lost like the cycling of the waves and tides i fall and rise and fall my hopes, my fears, my uncertainties ebb and surge through all adrift like jetsam, flotsam at the boundary of aware my barriers, my guardposts discarded like used underwear neither counscious nor unconscious aware but not aware drifting in this nether land caring without care at last there comes a tipping point of sensing what i sense the mantle of personality resumes my lifes pretense consciousness now assumes command creeping in on silverfish feet how shall i prepare my face to meet the faces i shall meet?

Dettagli