The Immobility of Seasons

I awoke and walked out into the morning fog, the haze
      thickened – resolved
                  into a solid wall of mortared stone,
            the silent stones awakened by
            the day, undone
by breath condensed to ice-white cloud

how the movement became breaks
                  between isolated timescapes
            full of grey and full of shaded figures
            representing shapes
                        like quiet uptown bars

            and I regress, deplete reserves of concrete
                  smiles (they were coal-hot) directed
toward polished bodies lying mobile
intertwined like rage, we make the substance
                                    delineate its cube

what friction feels like (the shadows glow with
      someone else’s form) in the gentle dark
the touch of cold upon my razor skin
                        all the room’s contents, distributed
            at random, magnified in the lens of sleep

now is the end of dying, the final fall
            you read the future in tiny image windows
            produced by crowded neon streets
                                    struck through with chrome
suffused with altered, somewhat wild crimson
                  day ends, dry as paper, the world:
      not so simple as you once supposed

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About QuietMonolith

I was just a mild mannered young man living in Portland, OR, until one day....POOF! I turned into a crazy, nefarious, thieving, drug-crazed lunatic. I had lots of therapy and spent many months in hospitals and treatment facilities. Eventually, at the end of my rope, I decided to change everything. With the support of my family and friends, I have embarked on a quest to achieve optimum wellness. I am making radical changes in every part of my life, and in the way I approach the world in which I live. Follow my blog, The Wellness Quest, to experience what happens when a desperate addict takes hold of his destiny and devotes all his time and energy toward making a full recovery. I am also a writer and poet. Follow my blog, What We Left Behind in Crowded Rooms, to take a look at some of my recent poems.
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