by D. C. Haddock
It will be here soon, it’s so near
You need not change your name, your passions, your fears, the cereal brand you buy
It makes no difference where you are, who you are, what you are
It’s coming. Your life is about to begin. This, is now, is the origin.
Wait in the night with the solemn man of the shadow
Tell him things you cannot say
Then rise and take repose in the coming of sublimity
When the sun creeps along your wall, down on your floor, through your lids.
Don’t go searching or seeding and do not look with your eyes
Hear with thoughts, feel with ideas, taste with memories
Stretch and crack until pain becomes euphoria
Until affliction is synonymous with talent.
Revel in the solitude of your head
Then open it to another
And let them experience the intricacies of your whole being.
It’s so close.