This poem inspired by: https://www.universefromhere.com/inventory/happy-birthday
Happy Birthday
A jagged, snarling burst rends the stormy night,
like tearing metal wrapped in static.
His thoughts a fraying chord,
in the downpour within,
humming low with ancient grief.
Wrinkled hands clutch steel,
cold as frost,
as biting as the truth.
The barrel nests between his teeth,
a bitter final note,
seeking a silent end to the howl.
A crackling bang!
It shreds the silence; a guttural roar.
The barrel nests between his teeth,
a bitter final note,
seeking a silent end to the howl.
A crackling bang!
It shreds the silence; a guttural roar.
His heartbeat drums a fading dirge;
slow,
then soft,
then gone.
A fragile wisp of soul is tugged.
A tender pull at first.
Then, ripped!
A searing, abrasive wail that claws through flesh and bone.
Thrust into the cycle;
no peace in sight.
The air splits wide.
A buzzsaw’s slash,
fraying at the seams.
The air splits wide.
A buzzsaw’s slash,
fraying at the seams.
His essence unbound,
erupts torn,
from its mortal cage.
Through shadowed tides it surges,
a river’s rush,
a tempest descending.
A frenzied swarm of notes,
buzzing like a hive in chaos,
muffled as if underwater.
Light bends slow through liquid blue.
Light bends slow through liquid blue.
A shimmering hum; soft as moonlight.
Choirs of unearthly sound.
Low, throbbing drones,
cradle fleeting dreams in distortion.
The blackness contracts.
Walls groan with muffled beats.
Pressing tight,
a pulse that pounds,
where all being hums.
Chaotic echoes persisting.
A figure glides within the stream, its eyes alight with pity.
It sees his soul still raw with despair;
A figure glides within the stream, its eyes alight with pity.
It sees his soul still raw with despair;
a torn and tattered anthem.
A low, unending chord it hums;
a lullaby and iron shield.
Its touch a brand upon his core,
a vow to ease the maelstrom.
The warmth swells up,
The warmth swells up,
the bass note fades,
a crystalline chime cuts through.
The current shifts.
The walls give way.
A sonic knife comes rushing in.
Frenzied at first,
a swirling vortex of sound.
The squeeze,
the push,
the breaking skin.
She screams a piercing note amid the tumult!
Her cry slices through the womb’s tight hold, chaotic as the torrent she fled.
The air is sharp within her throat,
yet the mark glows soft and kind,
Her eyelids fall, the dark is warm.
A velvety hum wraps her close.
Distortions fading into natural clarity.
A new dawn with new choices is born.
The chaos dissolved into a serene flow.
His final note becomes her first,
discord tempered into harmony.
The song continues;
not ended, only changed in key.
yet the mark glows soft and kind,
beginning... to still...
The frenzy.
Her eyelids fall, the dark is warm.
A velvety hum wraps her close.
Distortions fading into natural clarity.
A song begins,
both fierce and free.
A hope for what’s to be.
Potential blooming in peaceful harmony.
Her mother’s voice a cascading melody,
greets the girl.
both fierce and free.
A hope for what’s to be.
Potential blooming in peaceful harmony.
Her mother’s voice a cascading melody,
greets the girl.
A river rolling gently over stones.
A new dawn with new choices is born.
The chaos dissolved into a serene flow.
His final note becomes her first,
discord tempered into harmony.
The song continues;
not ended, only changed in key.
Letter to Dr. Carl Jung:
ReplyDelete“Most conversion experiences, whatever their variety, do have a common denominator of ego collapse at depth. The individual faces an impossible dilemma.
“In my case the dilemma had been created by my compulsive drinking, and the deep feeling of hopelessness had been vastly deepened by my doctor. It was deepened still more by my alcoholic friend when he acquainted me with your verdict of hopelessness respecting Rowland H.
“In the wake of my spiritual experience there came a vision of a society of alcoholics. If each sufferer were to carry the news of the scientific hopelessness of alcoholism to each new prospect, he might be able to lay every newcomer wide open to a transforming spiritual experience. This concept proved to be the foundation of such success as A.A. has since achieved.”