Wednesday 22 March 2017

prairie fire


the general tiredness of being
of the self, the consummation
of the nerve of the blazing mind
like a prairie on fire
on constant fire
constant wakefulness
like a self-imposed hunger
to keep the mind sharp
a window wide open
to stay awake at the wheel
umpteenth cup of black coffee
watching the blaze advance from the porch
never quite the repose
tense vigil of the senses
nose in the air to detect wind changes
the body carries on, fragile equipoise
on the tip of conscience
incessant tinnitus
like an anthill or a beehive
or a prairie fire
thoughts in motion
synced with the pendulum of the arms
pulling back before the torched ground
the flames unchecked
keeping awake night and day
the roar, the roar above every sound
controlled habit of running away
organised chaos of leaving everything behind
flammable possessions at the mercy of the inferno
pictures, books, writings
all left behind to be burnt
necessary sacrifice to preserve
the crystallised legacy of the instant
thoughts after thoughts after thoughts
my mind like a prairie on fire
on constant fire
 

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