Frozen

Here I stand.
In this trench of suspended time,
Where no shard of others’ thoughts could pierce me.

Looking down,
I remember that
Death
Resides within my hands.

Throughout my shell
I look about
But without reason,
Without logic,
There is nothing to see

All I know
Is what is in front
Of me,
And that
I do not want to do this.

No, she says,
As I raise the black force
Out in front of me

No, I say,
And fight against the bloodlust
That has formed as a cloud of grey
Before the red-stained windows.

But,
Like a bitter
Stop sign
I see nothing but red
And instead
Of stopping me
It urges me
On to
A more and more
Feverish pitch.

And now my hands are stained with frozen life.

Soon the cold
Overtakes me
And I drop the
Freezing leaves
Which are my enemy.

Falling Beauty

I first noticed it when I was walking in the woods
I had looked up at the snow, and after a while of watching
I suddenly realized that it was repeating.

I could watch it for, oh, five minutes or so before there would be a break in the stream,
A stop of the flow
Where I would be able to see that it was just the same thing
Running over and over again.

After that, I was fascinated, and began looking at other things in nature to see if they did
The same thing.

They did.

I was watching the waves in the ocean, and apparently too small to be noticed by anyone around me,
I could see that every so often, there was a cut, a flaw, in the surge.
The waves would simply stop for an instant before beginning again where they had ten minutes before.

It was the same with the trees.
I could see that when they were waving in the wind, it was like a video that refused to stop
A badly edited audio clip, where you can hear the break in the music before the repeat starts
They wound their black arms around the air, just to wind them in the same pattern again and again in an interval of eleven minutes.

I counted these times up, and found that the Earth repeats itself every seventy-two minutes and thirty-four seconds.

And then I began to wonder if maybe it wasn’t the earth repeating
But me
Perhaps I was traversing the barriers of occasion to live in a world that was not constantly changing.

But then I realized that it was not just me
Every human
Every living creature
That I could see was also doing it.

While the Earth was constantly repeating itself, unbeknownst to the human race
All except me that is
Our lives went on.

How is it then that we can destroy things and they do not just reappear every seventy-two minutes and thirty-four seconds?

That, I think is the mystery of the phenomena
Truly we live in a miraculous place.

The Captive

Late at night
When the oppression
Is sleeping
I sometimes sneak
Down to the cells to
Watch the hostages in
Their slumber. All
But one have I
Despised. One was a
Beautiful long haired
Entity, for I couldn’t
Say whether it was
A man or not. I could not
Even say whether it was human or
Not. But in its agony it glowed, its skin a
Pale white, its hair a silver grey. With
Eyes like thunder it stared down at me
From its lofty perch. And I asked it why
It was here, and to this soft-spoken inquiry
It replied, “I am here for good.”