...Theory of Truth, Robinson Jeffers

In the Beginning there was the Mark. Tears. Uncalled. Unaccounted. Unwanted. Tears. Ripping. Wracking. A great unadorned sadness sweeping out of somewhere to shower me with salt. Tears caused a centering. Tears caused that first step. Tears masked as catalyst for Pain is the Mother. Sadness Her counsel.

Tears are the ticket though empty the gain cause the scars serve to wrap one shroud-like midst bruises whose depth prevents a healing... the pain the learning yearning addiction like engulfs and directs... and as dear robinson has said is the drive that binds prods pushes pinches always there strong wind like driving driving driving me from the light so long ago into darkness with the hope of a finding somewhere somehow someonce...just once show me some thing some sign some tap some thing divine so as to feed my fire just once...

instead i drive on in silence with no whispers of counsel no sound nothing no bells no whistles no rustlings no brushings to hear...only silence darkness borne and only me only me...