Out of Time

Your cage door’s been sprung wide open.  And I’m hoping you’ll see…~Dan Fogelberg

Past these monthly cages
in which every new moon
surprises in unfathomable
skies, I find this moment.

My infatuation with the blasphemy
swallowed whole as a student
captured me as surely as
the battery cells in The Matrix.

Just an insignificant portion
of fuel for the insatiable
draining machine until I wake.
Before the nightmare takes hold

again, I set my intention,
commence a new calendar to
follow astronomical guidance.
I am walking out of time,

piercing the veil with
steady daily steps. Commit me.
Call me crazy. I connect to
the light you shine–yes, you!–

every splintered fractal, a word,
a glance, a happenstance. My grandson
chases a woman in the forest
to gift his green pinecone.

She accepts this true love
offering and all our value
increases as we all
share unexpected joy.

Inspired by: Infatuation, Blasphemy, Commence, Capture and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt Astronomical (write a stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.  And as always, it is sooooo difficult not to edit!!)

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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