Things Poetic

 scream the scream shatters the quiet every minute, every hour, day, week, month, year 'get out' it points in my face red faced, tears run down, arms wrapped around the scream continues, grows fuck off go away noooooooooo im nothing

growth scattered light, pin pricks in the sky, reflections off raindrops, mirror balls of the trees refreshing and  then life returns what was dead, dry,  is now green growing out of its slumber towards the light  scattering

 September Sapphire month,  something true making life sing surfing to shore Confusion, pain keeps my soul active flatlining , dull, dreary shimmering blue, slowly floating waves, rainbows, drifting mist enwrapped in warmth

 Living...dying just a breath, separating them look left, live look right, death walk expectantly, clockwork movements repeat themselves when does life become...non life is there a switch when Gaia turns it off cells stop their replication, ATP stops being broken down, the spark stops,  is extinguished which step is the last ?

 Consequential loss Loss...what is it could it be Losing ones soul support or Life  often is  seriously sick waking again, peering out, close the curtain                                                             not today, my brain says                                                                       not now, my soul screams                      fuck this world loss never ends missing something that will never be filled, replaced, understood loss

 Florence Calls Train taking the weight across the space between here and Florence,  clickers clack, would have been the sound once, now its a swish, as the speed drags the excited faces from the built up city, across the green rolling hills (well, brown currently) through the hole in the earth pointed towards Paris sunlight flashes into the eyes, and the speed increases towards, once stopping, a quick rush to the eastern side and the next tav journey starts, via Germany to Florence art, culture food, wine autumn joy alone, and not lonely