Shift

Copyright (c) 2007 VJ Ancona

I fear I've run out of time again

the old beaten, trodden paths

diverging into these forks

expansive semi circles,

paradigm shifts,

zeroes.



I've tried not to kill a large part of

me, yes I tried to contain the

disease but now I must

release this raw force

before it can divide

my jetflow from

each new

infection



it's really all about these ramarkable transitions.

the shift or influx from inflicted pain

and the fusion into raw, riveting

energy. a new cataclysm.

they say this creativity

chooses its own

scores of

ten



Oh, pain how I've endured and owned you!

Turned dust into skeptical creation and

taken that which was rightfully mine

back from you, back from you

and let it flow into words

left with nothing but

this top level sky

the scent of

life and

hope.