from wreckage

into monument

through the chaos outside

i open my mind

to the wreckage inside

  

embracing the damage

evolving now patience

in dissolving my dissonance

 

reforming reality

 

i reform the mold

smelt the metal again

i cast forth a new shape

into the chaos outside

a little bit stronger

from the wreckage inside

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ms claws]

"to the wreckage inside" That got to me and yep we all are to some degree.

In fact the entire write speaks to maybe a new being is emerging?

That's good news. We all should try to improve. I guess.

I think I'd miss the old Davidgeo if he never came around.

[Davidgeo]

Meoarf....

[Degare]

Brilliant stuff, David.
How such equilibria ought to be formed, how hostile auburn clouds have shaped our intestines, how our meristems should arrange themselves in a possessed world. Your poems bear consciousness and in a sense hyperreality, having understood or interpreted that the atomised cubicles of the heart is by themselves porous and made of mirrors, periscopes... Metal.

Degare

[Davidgeo]

I really just think people should have more sex with other people just for the funsies. Good things happen when we're all having a good time. It doesn't seem like the world is having a great time at the moment. Not enough people are having sex. I think. Of course, I'm likely not wrong.

[Davidgeo]

And thank you for taking the time, I appreciate it. It gives me a warm feeling inside.