dayonfire (dayonfire) wrote in season_in_hell,
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A Look Through the Window

I am posting this out of respect for the nature of this journal. If you like what you are about to read, take a look at my journal, Prodigal Sun, Reflections of a Reckless Light.

What is this?
These words are only a reflection of what is happening
a conversation at midnight after a seamless day of bad decisions

The chronicle of yes
and
yes, but
in that affirmation something pure
comes

In turn it will give back to the night
a breathable pitch that will keep corner alleys
open systems, even come sun

No closure shall be found, leading to entropy

that which is kept open stays alive, fresh air incites living

True in cold touch physics as in tear filled hospital
rooms of dying.

Take them out
the fading.

Take their husks to hilltop country and let the wind lift their untying skins, frighten them into a last glimpse of the humor in our frailty. The wind will not let them die. They have kept leaves aloft, dead for days on the fallen and buried ground.

This one, who still breathes, houses much hope to another day. He may still have wise musings, laughter for children and piercing looks that will goad us to charges

On
ON!

Before having had his fill
of even spring breezes,
meaning everything..

Let life weather me down to such aging, while the gales of looming adventure keep pulling me high. Together they will battle inside all of us while I dance only forward
seeking friends' laughing
stumbling happy to the drink
I find the moments many don't
pursuant
body-soul careening!
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