Jason Davis
Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read

Wayward

Death comes unexpected

How can we bargain with it?

Sawdust and gasoline

The ignition of the yearn,

The burn, the mind churn;

Greased up and clamoring

To smolder off,

Soiled not to be cleansed.

This human spirit,

Born under the bluest of sky

Hand carved with the pure,

Into pure fright.

The carnivals at night,

That clank and clang

Through the moist laden brain

Undresses us in ways

Where the mirror has no sight.

Come with me.

Unattoned, give me Walden,

You can have your Eden.

Leave me to breathe

Air which is neither forgives

Nor is forgiven.

The neutrality,

The causality,

The bitter swig of nothingness;

The forever crack

In the conscious jug.

The vulnerable

Stowed behind the armor

Which may bring the body up,

May bring the body down.

Impressions left to fly or to drown.

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Jason Davis

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Expanse. Awareness. A good dog. Oxygen.

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