Enthronéd, I sit
All in chaos, lapsing monoliths of reason
Let there be order
Repair, restore, get thyself together
Order in the mind
Fear confounds the foundation
The four pillars enthronéd
Confidence – I am firm
Constance – I rock not
Conscience – I am right
Comfort – I hurt not
Uptorn like firmest oaks
Playthings in the mind of the wind
Churning phobically
Get myself together!
Screaming into the void
Incantation for the storm
Palpitating percussions
Thunder – searing – roaring
Like devils diving down darkly
I cannot hear myself
Deafened by a myriad irrationalities
Voices chanting maladies
Caving in
Oh, god.
Breathe
Clement
Clear
Peace
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Songs of the Reed
PoetryA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
