Thin

Stretched over the frame of living
w/ a slug trail for our past,
an oil-slick rainbow
leading to a knot of nerves
w/ a heart beat that was once
bright & healthy,
sometimes it appears as a beautiful thing
then becomes a monstrosity

*

“The great fragmentation of maturity. The great change. In youth we were whole & the terror & pain of the world penetrated us through & through. There was no sharp separation between joy & sorrow: they fused into one, as our waking life fused w/ dream & sleep. We rose one being in the morning & at night we went down into an ocean, drowned out completely, clutching the stars & the fever of the day.”

-Henry Miller