Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Owl Days #8

Run from all of the love
To the blackness of the self
Like the buildings vaporize
Inside the fountains.
There's not enough pain
When there's more of it to feel.
There's never enough pain
And always too many people
When you wait and wait for
Someone, anyone to convince you
There's a place for you on earth.

Instead, like the marionette string
Telephone lines they hum
How you are loved, and beautiful,
And the world would be crueler
And less transparent without you.
Such fuel, like clean-burning literature,
can only hold the dark a moment —
The truth can't change reality —
That's why they call it beauty.