10/21/93- Beyond

                                10/21/93
                                 3:30am
                                 New York
 
                         Beyond
 
 Beyond sleep the words rest reclining on a plaid sofa
 The much needed center avoids me now
 Without it those phrases from the dozens of conversations
 Are hull-less, without containment
 
 The others see the fire flickering from my soul to tongue
 Saying "write, write, take this energy"
 I remain uninspired for that
 
 To speak I fire on all eight cylinders
 To work the challenge becomes routine
 To love my hands clench and open empty
 Bathed in balanced light and human warmth
 
 Is the glow so easily tasted by their eyes?
 The well spent feeling of well spent time feeling
 A fragile balance makes me feel ten feet tall and bulletproof
 Yet humble, never knowing what healthy ego looks like
 
 And as I retire for the day I pause
 To look for chinks in the armor...
                                     
 ...and give up bored;
 
Beyond sleep
Beyond the words.