Sixteen

It's strange
The gaping cavity which once hosted
Both the syncopation of life
And a soul
Though once I no longer could identify it
It, like a coffin, reached with ghostly hands,
Transparent to my eye and intangible to the surfaces around me
Reaching, stretching for everything and anything
Anything and everything that I knew
Made little sense.

The faces I could recall,
Etched out with the trembling retina their countenance
Confused but stolid
With a familiarity of those that had already gone with passing,
Danced like fools in the night:
Free, undisturbed and belabored of whatever it was my soul housed.

Of course, it was no longer there.

In this existence, in this instance,
It resonates as though purpose to be rang like bells
With no tongue or cried like birds
With no lungs to breathe the air they soar through,
No wings to grace the world they gaze over.
It is a reminiscence that enemies wish upon their kin,
But friends do not.
The same sensation that people abhor with judgments
But snap to in comfortable leisure,
On borrowed time.

I find it easy to ready the mind for Gravity:
Weighted and unrelenting -
I'd even hedge my opinion to resolve that,
Although I am not of the same obligation as the entire population -
Of generations that crawled after their shelter,
Of eons that surmounted to much more prize and reward than I have to offer,
Even of the places that architecture with the very word itself framing the quintessential beauty that is -
The tug is just the same.

Not the tides of the ocean or the ebbs of the conscience remedy this stance.

The darkest recesses do not tickle at what it is I do finesse into comprehension, years and years after it's shallow bubble burst.

But, with baited breath and a shaved chin, scarred and maimed with my greatest falls down into the lowest valleys from the highest mountains, I scale the steep hill - scorched by the rising flames that exiled me from my last bed -
Over to the next field of memories
Where I will learn them each by name and dote another fragment of unclaimed soul-edge to them.


<3 ~ Monty.
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