medicine 2
[somewhere in the middle of my notes]
november 28, wednesday
circa 1pm
once in a blue moon.
the blue moon appeared, this time with a yellow pillow
fine silk displayed in all its splendor.
i wasn’t able to stand the glare.
in my memory was an after image
only time knew how long it would last.
i wish i could see it more often
otherwise remove the blinding haze in my eyes.
the beautiful blue moon, i don’t know what it means,
it could be a curse or a cure to desolation
tic toc tic toc tic toc tic toc
system activated.
cleared. and ready…
long rests have a way of making one’s mood depressed.
the directives remain to be seen.
i am hungry.
steamworks of the heart
the furnace is kept warm
white smoke arise profusely
as the machinery slows
in a river, in a lake, one night
on a boat gently cruising
glass water mirrors stars
fleeting clouds in a distant sky
orion’s belt felt closer
a siren’s song in a still evening
i can see my fate
my past has ceased to be the present
as time has stopped
the lion sleeps half awake
waiting for something to occur
at the right moment it shall awaken and gain its rightful place
when destiny was not to be given much thought.
unleashing of the all seeing eye is circumstantial.
no one can touch you through such armor.
except. from within.
in silence i lay wait