Fear of a blank mind
where thoughts like candles on a hill flicker,
uncertain memories, a trace of concern,
a faint silver outline on a dark summer sky,
a mind seeking respite from
the burdens of the past
Fear of a wasted existence,
essence lost in the ruin of error upon
error upon recycled mistake,
an intelligence dying to be absolved from its burden,
all too aware of the need to endure the pain
of its shortcomings
prior to its release
Fear of a forgotten life,
actions no longer accountable, traceable,
no longer relevant;
a life hardened, scarred, tempered by the flow of habit and
trapped inside its own domain and
left to set in cool shadow
Fear of a resurgent wave,
a breath of fresh air inside stale
and petrified chambers,
a breath shortlived and retracted, reprimanded…
a breath unbreathed …
the fear of suffocation …
the Fear…
There comes a time to breathe deep,
to live and commit and stand alone,
a time to grit the tooth and grind the ax,
to raise the deep and sunken spirit from
the bony brisket in which it was kept,
tickle the fancy to wakefulness,
kindle the forgotten and tormented animus,
the rejected anima …
Perhaps the time in here; now,
clear and present … not yesterday,
not tomorrow … neither promptly nor before long;
not there and then, not sometime quick and soon
and as soon as things are right and ready and prepared accordingly
Not like that, speedily and right along, nor in a moment …
Now!
Simply now
The spirit vibrates back to life
The spirit flows free, an animate glow
The fear recedes, burned in the wake of initiative
The chambers melt away
The bars disintegrate
The coat is shed
The spirit soars and the sky brightens
Dawn of a new day
Inspired by the song Fear of a Blank Planet by Porcupine Tree and a wild, wild night somewhere on the Atlantic Coast