A Line.

Life is time...stretched out as an unknown line
An A to B affair.... burdened by the need of verve to live it, to make it to the end..
The panic I might not...

An overcrowded thorny highway full of cleverness and cruelty,... bursting
Seeping Beladonna ...vile ..wretched, terror in torn valleys, dead animals..

And then....the other eerie space.. Hark the howl of silence ringing
Impossible in its infinity of nothingness.

And now my words put stain upon that silence....

I fret on how this Nothingness
Becomes a paradox ...nothing is something...if only nothing ...
And this drives me insane...how dare it argue with itself !

These thoughts like ever turning cogs go on and on
And round and round. Blunt cogs. Sharp cogs.
Cogs of heaven and hell
In copulation on this putrid purgatory floor.

And Life becomes a dangerous thing and there is only chasm.

But then the sun comes rising from the gloom Beams down upon the Caspian Sea
And dark thoughts fade
The killer shrimp is sleeping in its locked up cave and children are sweet angels
For a day... Beloved creatures sing
The world is all a Love -In .. A sparkle, a Glory , a Gorgeous thing..
A skip is in the air...good humour reigns..who gives a care ,
The line of life is flowered at the edges.

Kristine Byrne 11th Sept. 2010