Psychosis

Frantic

shaking in the dark

cold the way death is cold

lighting little fires and blowing them out

smoke fills the room

The dagger and candle are here somewhere

but I can’t find them

All of it—the sun’s bloody death overhead 

the wild dancers

trampling fields at harvest

the night with its promise of ecstasy

This is love in the time of psychosis

all that I ever asked for given

full of waning moonlight

How could I have known?

What have you been reading lately?

Photo by Gleb Lukomets on Unsplash

9 thoughts on “Psychosis”

  1. What an interesting piece David. It is a bit wild and sad at the same time hence the title. Hope you have been well David. I am trying to catch up from being gone for two weeks. Big hugs to your family. ❤️🤗

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  2. Wow, that was so visceral and beautiful.

    I’m currently reading ‘The Animal Dialogues’ by Craig Childs. A compilation of essays regarding his encounters with certain animals. A mixture of storytelling and observations on their behaviours including a trapped Raccoon, a cave containing ritualistic ravens and how he very nearly was jumped on by a mountain lion.

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