Hideaway.

“Don’t you dare look out your window,
Darling,
Everything’s on fire.”
Pacing these floorboards
Might bring you straight to heaven,
Baby.
When the dawn splinters out in
Its discernment,
Only the
Translucent
Survive.
I need you here,
Child,
Under the celestial supervision of
The deciduous forest and GOD.
I will sing you lullabies of spring
As the dewdrops collect on our toes.
I will fight for your soul,
Wrap you in feathers and photosynthesis
I will give you a resounding paradise
If he lets me.

Hey, so today I was rifling though an old notebook and I found a poem that sparked my interest.

It’s dated 12/27/09.

I’m beginning

To doubt

My distorted reality

Tangibility

Is maddening

In its ambiguity

Disconnected

Spells where I have

Been pulled from

The socket

Of presence