Head Spirals.

Back to basics once
again,
Back and forth, clearly
insane,

Up and down, to and
fro,
Persistent in its’ transit, the
ever changing flow,

Rhythm seeks stillness
amidst the deafening
noise,
In flux, reflux, intoxicating
decoys,

The chatter, no reprieve, no
stillness within,
Here again, here again, another
ending tasked to begin.
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D.C. Chapman 12/7/19

Divine Intervention.

Which way, whichever, anyway,

somehow,

Disappeared in embers, broken

down to feel right now,

Essence, presence, yearning, the

nameless, shapeless thing,

Whichever, however, cutting the

the last string,

Free fall to darkness, just to find

the light,

Terrestrial no more, oblivion burning

bright...

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D.C. Chapman 12/7/19