The Next Layer

For what reason

For what reason does a being spit forth into the silent darkness?

For what reason does he seek connection, to others, to himself, to the universe?

For what reason is there knowledge of what is sought?

For what reason does he wonder, and seek, and strive?

Only partially stewed, though full of hunger

He reaches through the fathomless air before him

For what reason?

The venom

Hot and sticky, sharp and biting

It snarls through clenched yellow teeth

Hissing its ugly, guttural slippery voice

So full of bitterness and bile and self-righteous sneering

Ignorance its foul ally, doused in envy

It feeds no one, not even itself, instead starving

within inches of its supple prey

Beyond expression

It is beyond tactile expression, the feeling of lonely knowledge

No congratulations, instead a bitter sneer from the galley

He tells himself it doesn't matter, and it doesn't. Yet it does.

They push and prod and stomp with a clamorous thumping

But it really doesn't matter. And he says it again. And it doesn't.

He stops, and feels, and absorbs the sinewy reality

And though it feels less than what he expected it to be

He knows it is real. Deep, down, in a space that we know and understand.

And pauses in quiet contemplation

Waiting for the anger to pass, and for the clouds to part

And even sometimes, when they do not, they do.

And he walks back into the sunshine.

The next layer

In the next layer, these things no longer matter

Whether there's an audience of silent admirers

Just doesn't hold any kind of persuasive power

In fact there is no power outside, only that within

And no one can really understand it, even if they can relate

And perhaps that's the only reason we try anyway

To just relate, and enhance the acceptance of the internal knowing

That was just waiting to be understood and absorbed

In its complete and unadulterated beauty and power

Rip the roof off and feel the fullness of the sun

It's heat and light are just waiting to get through

and illuminate the fullness of being

that is alive and pulsating through you

and me.

In the next layer.

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CR Rookwood 3 years ago from Moonlight Maine

This is really beautiful. I guess some things really only can be expressed in poetry. You proved it. :)


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bravewarrior 3 years ago from Central Florida

Hey Greg! I haven't see anything from in in forever!! I hope you are well.

I love this resurrection, so to speak. You brought the point home beautifully with the Bird of Paradise and Bouganvillea. Nice!


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Gerg 3 years ago from California Author

Thanks CR and bravewarrior - this was literally a stream of consciousness in the middle of the night last night. I woke up this morning, just did a very light dusting and hit publish - intentionally wanting it to be imperfect and raw. Glad to see it worked with you! I'm sure others will scratch their heads. C'est la vie!


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and beautiful. Like being reborn so to say. Lovely.


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Gerg 3 years ago from California Author

Thank you, Gypsy Rose.

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