Autumn Parade

Opening my eyes,

this blinding light comes in,

its colors, its sounds,

its gradient within.

·

Closing my eyes,

this blinding light still persists,

now touching inside

every cell of me that exists.

·

Yet, I’m just a shape,

floating where heat and cold mix,

in the middle of ups and downs,

riding me

without being minimally fit.

·

Yet, I’m a clumsy leaf,

in the middle of this vast playground,

celebrating life,

celebrating death,

as autumn welcomes the burlesque.

·

At the Halloween parade,

as shapes begin to melt,

and become utterly grotesque,

a gypsy mask closes the charade.

·

Dancing, singing, cursing;

the mask shakes our beings at will,

for what its creepy message rings:

Energy is again free!

·

As the sun declines down the sky,

towards the lowest winter point,

where matter disjoints,

all is left is our soul alone.

·

At this very point,

filling the shape,

filling the form,

a new light will be next,

and a new sun will be born.

·

Not too smart

to fully understand,

I’ll wait by this fence

until the next cycle

of absurd beginnings and ends.

November 2009

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