Cacophonous Fecundity

7/15/97

A cacophonous wisp of fecundity
rips through my vision 
as I stare into the soulless mass
quivering beside the pathway.

Driving forward into the daylight,
I beg for a solar-eclipse,
temporary darkness to clear my vision
and infuse my dreams.

Sounds trapped in hot decay,
garbled cries for hope,
sitting within ephemeral awareness
of empty roads and forgotten tombs.

I rip and tear and scream within,
fighting this incessant sanity,
struggling against fearing,
climbing towards ordered chaos.

Here and there I smash against walls,
softly striding down the path,
protecting, electing, rejecting,
accepting what might come along.