April 7, 2021
I once soared as I sustained,
That the scribbles could go on forever.
To relive such a lovely day,
When a grain, a germ, a glimmer,
Could send me off and running,
End in sight, a twinkle, a glint,
Words tripping off the tongue,
Capable and confident.
There was a time I could see
Those blue skies so clearly,
And built my sanctuaries
Brick by brick, level by level.
But I can't get off the ground,
Aspire for the spire in the cloud:
Who thought I'd be the kind
To wither in the face of trying?
Where do I find my inspiration,
The flicker in my soul spurred
By a need for revelation,
Now buried beneath my stupor?
I'd burn up all my papers,
Alone in the dark, if only from the ashes,
To hear the voice praising
Hallelujah to the ignorant masses.
I'd love to turn it on,
But the switch seems fully broken
On a setting much lower than
I have the capacity to mend.
I settle more for abbreviation
With little expectation
To peddle effects of elongation
Or presumptuous permanence.