10: February 2016 #11 - singultus
Authored by Myles Bramble
singultus (to find air between cries)
for those readers of the word of the day. for those obsessively trying to climb over the trench that confines the most low self esteem, to be dragged lower by the next coup d'etat a ruse set by demons damned…. to be aroused by demons…. leaking turned screaming at the back of the eyelids that open, over sharpen the light, if one could always see that tattoo that you stained into the oblique in that prolonged moment of prowess you told them to place ‘pain is but a creation of the mind.’ in trying to find air between sobs you will find that, this may be the best time to fail. for you who wants to improve so bad, aspire to fail. whip the Clydesdale on the blinders that have your morphic cycle shit out of luck, and foolstruck by a rut. close your mouth, and open your ears… listen for that whistling can’t you hear it coming from the breeze that was started when that door was shut in your face and the window became an opportune ESCAPE. oh how just breathing has become an escape for me though every second a hilarious shot at my wee existence, and my peers take peeks at their phones and google for brains and I, stand at the peak with one foot already convicted to a leap but what saves one more sole is the whole fucking above. i wander i wonder i wonder if they would take a deep breath between cries pull their neck back for a rest and look at the remnant of a beautiful thing. I beg them to peak be a beacon and witness this love around them before our beauty is closed minded inside Schrödinger’s box.