repose of indifference

 

today i placed you
in my box of death –
closed the lid –
allowed your darkness,
absence – from my light…


bundled up,
with ribbons of regret,
i laid your sorrow by the door –
safe outside the fortress of my heart.

silent –
contained inside my chamber of refrain –
i watched the raindrops attach themselves to windows – closed,
clinging with cold deliberation to the glass…

today i placed your memory
where the shadows grow –
waited without sound –
allowed the silence audience in the arena of despair.

today –
i lingered for a moment more
upon the shore of your demise.
said my farewells –
loosened chains of regret,
and in that instant of your escape,
this captive heart,
realized,
for the first time,
how it felt to be finally set free…

accoutrements of irrelevance

indiscriminate –
obtrusive –
the frustration of a reality unintended.
what purpose creation –
ownership of concept –
if allowed to be flawed?
 
to try to understand the purpose of life without accepting the eventuality of death is frivolous – fictitious.
what would define hope if everything imagined was real –
tangible?
what reason would there be for faith in a world lacking supposition?
 
so often we raise our voice –
scream callous denigration –
to anyone that deviates from our predetermined paradigms of socially accepted behavior.
and if our articulation of doctrine fails to assuage the masses,
we reach into our arsenal of jurisprudence –
recite with zealous intent retributions from apocrypha of self-assumed conviction…
 
in the end –
judgment.
 
regardless action without faith –
faith without action –
submission to the author of creation stands paramount to absolution.
 
and yet i see you standing there –
self-imposed elevation –
placing accoutrements of irrelevance on the scale of (un)belief…