Descent from Weary
Rests in the Sinews --
Mere Surface Fluctuations,
Galvanic Skin Responses.
Today was a Good Day.
Crispy Cold with a Biting Wind;
A Bright, Unrepentant Sun
Resting on its Laurels of Light.
Deep, Chasm-like Breaths
And the Weariness lifts slightly.
The Muscle Aches go for R & R.
The Mind seems to know No Limits.
Even on a Contorted Path,
A Random Walk of Twists and Turns,
The Sky, Stars, the Universe are Always There,
If I but lift my gaze upwards.
Thoughts of Descending into Hades,
From Whence All Good Things Come.
But We’re Already Here.
And It’s Time for a Glorious Event,
An Immaculate Reception.
For Life is But a Symphony --
A Triad of Movements,
With an Added Scherzo.
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