Our Minutes May Be Long, But Their Years Never Lived
Don’t be afraid to burn
To roll inward on yourself in a dive that might tunnel ceaselessly
Self-immolation
It will spread and you will cover like a still living ghost
Who walks in slow motion but for the weight in his heels from the pain
It isn’t a pain to fear if you don’t fight
You lie back as if there weren’t a river but for the blanket of certain death to bare you wings in new skin
And remember it is a long time for people who cannot feel
This is Joy.
Posted 07/11/11