In Chase of the Roadrunner

I am the coyote that can fly

but only so long as I think

I am the touching the ground.

I will look down to see

nothing but air

and my predicament will realise

itself.

Wren

A wren springs

from his seeded seat

on to the branchlet,

which wobbles

 from his slight weight.

A wren flutters

his tiny panicked wings,

plummeting to the floor

in stuttering glide

before flying away.

It strikes me how even

the most fragile birds

make errors of judgement.

It strikes me how only humans

let pride prevent us from moving on.

We are the ones who forgot how to fly away.

A Blue Fire

The moonless midnight

is ignited by a spark;

engulfing the dark

and capturing my heart.

But the same heart knows

only sorrows can transpire

from this wild fire

that I've allowed to start.

And yet, although I wince,

I can't convince myself to dowse the flame

nor let it tame,

but only to bask in its heat.

Her name was taken by the wind,

a rescind of that spark

now taken by dark;

the promise of Heaven in wistful retreat.

Dharma Initiative

Sulphurous mist

gives it's purgatory judgement

whilst others take the iridescent youthful souls for their virtues.

Existential paranoia and needs to follow a system

and the rhetoric of what would happen if we didn't execute the orders precisely.

We all await a release from the isolation that occurs in our own minds, and ultimately, the only rescue is the salvation of our intertwined past sins.