The Universe of A Mind Collection Pt. 1

Avoidance at its Due

Temptation to no longer contemplate

Shut down

Shut off

Book o

Mind off

I seek consolation in the lamest of ways

And yet closing my eyes feels so sweet

Suddenly my fluttering lids feel heavy

And my work less important though I feel the pressure persist on my chest like- tomorrow it is due,

It is due k

To Do is due

I figure Dos

In dues

And so Life is due for a makeover

A Constant refresher

Organization in the midst of pressure

But I remain ridden with anxiety

Of things to come and uncertainty

Sputtering up my spine with bliss between its teeth while mine chatter

While I would much rather

Sink and sleep

Sink and sleep

Slink and seep

Sleep and sleep

To wake up brave with the sun

And discover the ultimate findings

The sort of life changing, deep in the blood sensation that shakes this aching depression would be-

But I would much rather sink and sleep

Because to wake up tomorrow would mean I made it through today at all

At all I did

I did it all

Its all I did

At did I all

But truly who does not but the dead?

I should not be impressed with my waking

Still I am, am I still in my breathe a human?

I question this body when questions ensue

throughout, without this darkness am I?

And then some, in the dawn of dusk

The dawn of dusk

The dusk of dawn

Rising, falling

Falling, rising

Stand up, I command, stand up my legs!

Still my legs, they beg for rest

Rest, rest, rest, always until I slink into a sleep so profound I can no longer speak

No speech

Speak none

My speech

Speak little

By little, chiseled in habits break down too

So choose

So choose

Choose so

So choose

Avoidance at its End

And so life is due for a makeover:

A constant refresher,

A cool, cucumber water sipper

Within reach,

Where fingers may ease about the dew

And finally

I am beyond avoidance;

Beyond yet not gone,

Gone yet not beyond

All the while I am not undone

I free

Like sockless feet padding through a river of sweet grass

I feel

As a well laid upon carpet occupied by a homey existence

I feed

Like a treasure just about to be discovered.

I am beyond avoidance

Beyond yet not gone

And though it will strike again

I sense the beyond will never be gone.