Flash

Flash my insight like gleam of sword in sunlight

Too dark with excess depth of bright

Tears from sun are a day’s worth of work toiling til twilight

Some sight to behold, bic pen in hand bold like type, panoramic view on all sides. It’s why I write.

Enemies on all sides, down the trigger sights, i terror transgress and sometimes blight.

Yet never I—did pull trigger finger, purpose greater for why I suffer not to fight against my lessers

Made a mark on goal thought too far, made me cry tears of joy before eyes closed and fell too far face down down thump, I wonder how long I’ll wander down here.

Awake now in this abyss of a dump with some murk and smoke of sorts I’m not so enthused to report.

Fear is but a mind killer. But I’m fine in shadows where most see ghosts. I am one with those who spoke. Shapes and sounds depicted abstract to make me budge or frown. I am bound by how down I am to die for cause too difficult to describe in mere words. Or live depending on the eternity I’m spending out here, perhaps I’ll recycle into other forms and simply give, the way I always have.

Even in death I die a thousand times to show my spirit trained hard to scratch but the surface of reality and it’s most occult of secrets

Suddenly a rasp

A voice spoke, then sent to me words of visions I had hoped were real, of all the deeds I had done in my day.

Sang to me like lyrics or a soliloquy. Didn’t care how I felt or feel. Gaze was stoic steel. Not ashamed or shook of what I had done. Inner spirit and some acts of enduring peace, mix it with gravity from ancestors to keep me tethered in reality.

And to think— I was all but alone. Flash of my insight like gleam of sword in sunlight I had shown.