Light Comes Out... Poem by GRANT FRASER

Devotion breaks
from emotional banks,
who know where it goes...

cause if it truly went anywhere (special)
then somehow everything
around you would seem changed?

No! (simply)

Our worlds must play somewhere
around each other,

you and I and everybody,

we are it,
waiting...

watching distance
shrinking before destiny,
yet it cannot make us happen...

and yet all the world turmoil
and diseases stretch towards us,

kiss the ugly thing
hard on mouth, dread lips!

the clock's got his hands
around your sex and squeezes
the seconds out, onto the picture,
of moments flashing by....

your life frozen like a dead
candle, gone out ages ago...
only shadows greet you,
and judges, perhaps, eat light?

it's all about survival - don't go,
I mean tell anyone anything,
about how you go about the everyday,

hanging on,
while serving up whole sentences
of potential ideas,

the muscle trips
the muscle slips
the muscle grips

as nowhereness cuts your face
open with an invisible knife...

or the sun cracks out
of your mouth, and potentially
blinds you,

as the energy of time
is consuming us,
in ways we may not even know...

So prepare to die beautiful!
without the usual curses,
and a triumphant finality! !