The Dim Witted Apostle

Again, I like to set the bar high for myself and my writing and Im not sure if I reached that point with this one.

The apostle, arrives

new born,

diagnosed dim witted.

 

Bright eye filters

absorbs the information,

delayed. Like a schism

between the

warm glowing touch.

 

My fear of violence

leaves me shaking

but I vibrate a hum,

and let the rainbow hold the tone.

 

In this world, I am afraid.

Fear of living.
Fear of dreaming.
In hindsight I still don't know which is better to live with.

Reviews

[Joiedevivre]

hmm last lines made me think. It leaves one catatonic. But maybe its not so bad to live in fear you get the adrenalin rush ;)

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Succinct and mindful. Well done.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A transverse ode to the holy, a very well written piece, good read