| With Care Begin an ending, end a beginning. Swishy hair, falling in sighing pools to the shoulders. Humming fingers flicking away thoughts. Bowls of porridge for eyes, lumpy and large. Broken arms, broken knees, accustomed to the ground, now growing mold. Watch the tear beacons as they light the way to misery. Every dream is another minute going by on the clock, watching it snap the time, hearing it scream, not here, not for you, not there, idle. Begin an ending, end a beginning. Cycles, arms, circling, tired of gravity, it brings them down. Can't stop the begging, but resist the urge to stand, don't care again. Next time. Next time, perhaps a lesson will show? In a drought, then a tidal wave to the knees, comes the caring. Rising, rising, rising. It drowns the heart to care, it warps the wood inside. Staying back, no, doesn't work, forward march-- into the pouring rain, reflecting, predicting. Can't get away, can't seem to learn to: begin an ending, end a beginning, inside the walls of blissful uncaring, remain. |
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