Mostly

How does one tame the wind

To look into the eye of a hurricane

And tell it to fuck off

How does the soul grow a bit

When caught in the crags between a cliff

As if the fires rage needlessly

Hearts longing for closure

Not more fire

Lets see what water would do

In its flow.

A new day

Lifting up its wild flames

It is time

For festivity

It is leading

To the times of your life again

Limbo is dying

The wraiths are in tears

Through pointless fighting

I delight in the changing tides

Embracing change with an open mind

Showing what is meant by my form of might

Come now.

I see some kind of future on the horizon.

I suppose that is better than nothing

And I ask God what is wrong

Why does the shit keep a happening

God

Why does all my good karma

Seem to add up to nothing?

God

You show yourself to me

But then life is full of nasty stuff

So what now?

How can I keep moving

When my platters seem so cold

I have to live with

God just some something

That is all I want

Something

Even a sign.

Mirrors are falling crashing burning

I am yearning in the burning

Nothing rises in the distance but a cloud

Rising from the earth

Its voice almost heard

Saying something as if to say

hello

hello

I try to make it into something

To give it something if I could

Wrapping my heart into it

Stitching love into a beating frame of nothing

I call out your name

I reach into the distance

There must be something.