I sought correlation forged
in simpatico inside a boundless
hostility unknown even to myself
This anger, tempered with regret
unleashed a season of the coldest winter
in the midst of Summer’s stare –
Callous, unafraid – still the words
pushed through though left dormant
inside recklessness, like time caste aside
From my own perdition, aghast in the steppe
of Reason, an agony away from internment –
Confounded by a reign of tears,
I fought a galaxy of despair unknown to me,
scraping the tomb of all that I had lost,
an escalating monument to redemption set against
A sky of rivers that lead to you, the floating
rhythm of your face, the sigh of your smile
the seconds of your breath –
I lead into you [now] before our time has come,
into an expanse of sunlight yet unspoken, castaway
inside your eyes where I become lost
Found but isomorphic to the same image
of you before my own eyes, purely captured
by our differences in sameness
across an untouched horizon of fire.
© K. James Ribble / 9.12.16
Thespian Drummer 