I felt
a morning breeze
drag its fingers
across my face;
a gentle wake up call,
before the heavy hand
of the day would fall.
I climbed up out of Hell,
just as I did every morning
and I
took a look around.
Somehow,
the whole world had changed
on me again.
Slow, subtle
insinuations,
sober reflections;
changing
me inside my skin
and then I shed it
like a serpent
crawling up the mountain
every morning
to devour the Sun.
I am not a
brilliant vision.
I am bone
and I am sin.
Gained perspective,
gleaned some purpose,
a little introspection
and I’m no longer
running circles.
Pointless problems
of my creation,
fell upon the blade
of a timely reaper,
harvesting the dead and gone.
Make me a new thing
on a new day,
under the same old sky.
This is a new sun,
a new rising;
never to come again.
Just as faded
as my heroes,
I am moving in my skin;
developing a new identity
for the new day coming.
The day has come;
come out,
come out.
Devour the Sun
and let a new day dawn.
Come out,
come out.
Shed that old skin
and climb the mountain.
Time is the edifice.
HG – 2017
