Fortnight

Parted lips a waking cry
a valley of death my hearts desire

I look inward an oasis I see
a isle of distraction
a dark cloud obstructing thee

I wait in the darkness
forgetting the light
no pain or misery
bliss confused by delight
awkward is my unveled misery

stumbling over light

proceeding down the pew seats
drunkard man blind and new


I make my way past the vestibule
stiff as oak with speech like mice
truth a welcome hangover
lasting longer than two times a fortnight


slowly gaining my stillness
going nowhere
just light
blessed
blessed
blessed....
light.