Bad Sad Glad Verse

Bad Sad Glad Verse

Bad dogs badgering
Hurry  past but don't run!
The chase the flurry  of fright tempts furies to the fight.

This happens
But ...in
Ugly-beautiful life,
Grandeur comes too.

I got pictures in my heart to share
While I was
Out today.
I guess you have too, our lives are much the same.

We are inhabitants of
time's
Rapacious swimming pool falling 
falling through the rapids of space.

So simple to create beauty
In death's dance to ideate
Glee.
They won't be chanting our names
When we're gone,
So don't pass up the cup
Don't spare a drop
to the lees.
And when the bad dogs chase
Snapping a mouthful of metal at you
Dont ever run.

I saw two trees leaning in each to each.
One glossy green the other pale trembling leaves shimmering in Symphony
Satin  waves of nameless
Prayers sent overhead
To Greystone and blueslate dome.

Then came the icy trickles
Chill invaded morning's nirvana
I  saw a hurtling hurricane in a plastic cup rolling outrageously drunken from cavorting with the
Breeze! And
I couldn't take my eyes off! This pleasure of a storming teacup!

All these things
Come in a single photon packet
A fay day in a light years worth of impressions compressed
To mortality's haunting tune.
The lyrics weep beauty
And the melodic river of life is touched
to rise and sanctify
ours
Just a blessing
A bit of bliss
In
A molehill of molasses
bittersweet baggage
We call the blues
The sky is in tears today at all our pretensions
the dirty rain puddles stand maudlin witness.
Damp reckoning
After the feast.
But beauty's sleek sheen affects our soul.

Still my bad! I keep clinging to the famines, keep hanging on to  cliff edge romances.
The dogs of war ate already
And clamor below
baying for fresh blood.
It's harder not to look.

Many people who are not me
Have avoided jumping off at this point
Many have stayed the course
Bless them
But
Bless the jumpers too!
For
They're still falling
Forever.
Free.

This is a true recounting of  a singularity, a day from the reaper's sheaves of days,
of a daughter of a magical verse
Of a daughter of turbulence
in  the mad tea party of a mad universe.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014