june 10, 1999

WINGS OF DELIVERANCE

into the wings of a dark angel
i cast myself,
seeking relief from the turmoil

only to be pinned by arms of
steeled, silent fury.

is this comfort or punishment?
is this salvation or despair?
black growth from my pit of hell.
mute witness to my crumbling.
rip me asunder with your talons
and be done with it.

would you believe, today is a happy day for me? relatively, anyway.
i have a new job, i have lots to do. you'll never hear me complain about boredom, that's for sure.

but there is a plan for me that i do not understand. a plan beyond my control. trying to figure out what exactly lies ahead leaves an arid spot in my psyche. so, i can only figure out my immediate future in generalities. and hope to heaven that the things i want to happen... will, in fact, happen.

still.
it's a lonely stretch of time apart.
and stretch out it does. stretch till the fabric frays

so here i sit...fraying.

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