FreeJazz/Write

this dividing line only works as well as those who observe
it. wallow in sickness or wallow in health its a matter of
choice what you wish for yourself. you wish for something
better but always stop short of the action that would propel
you to the next stage of evolution. you hope to find salvation
or that salvation will come find you. goals thoughts and other
processes have tumbled into disarray as a new sense of order
is beginning to establish itself in the space of the old world.
The sense of liberation fills your lungs but only with the
memory of what costs had to be paid what friendships had
to be cast away. Its never a simple matter when the heart
and mind tie themselves up it only makes the inevitable
tearing away that much more painful. There is a sliver of
hope but will it live to be something greater than a memory
of a few nights lost to the exile of a self-imposed oblivion.
the empty bottles glare accusingly and wonder where it all
went pissed away flushed into the toilet the sense of joy and
relief always goes with it until it fills me up again. The pattern
cannot hold will not hold i will not let it consume me. There
is a strength that must grow in this garden. Waiting patiently
I have become stone I sit in the ground the dirt damp and cool
beneath me. Entropy.