releasing the genie

back from the dead.
back from the land of the dead.
back from a land of death.
Back from death...

if not to life.

suns and moons took me away.
suns and moons imprisoned me.
suns and moons brought me back in the end.
if not by you given, i welcome myself...

or do i?

take me away

"trance me, light with no name," say i;
don't know you, yet seek you must i."

tranquil ending, live to reach you;
expiate woes, surrender to you.

travesty end, raw truth binds us;
allegory of hope, numbs us.

tragic my fate, certain am i.
timeless contentment, desire i.

trap me, gently worn blanket, you;
help me endure to adore you.

and thus

and thus, i further deviate from the purpose of this bipolar ring, a
fact hopefully overlooked by this embracing community. these words,
those verses, which reflect my state of mind sometimes implicitly, at
times explicitly, my humble return. you gave me a start, your
attention, my first readership, and for that, i will be ever so
grateful.

a sincere non-self-deprecating post, this one; a realistic perspective
that considers your time sacrifice as a reader.

deviate

60 seconds you dedicate to reading these esoteric word constructs,
attempts at expressing unordinary emotions in atypical ways.

60 seconds you share generously for nothing in return--a passing
pleasure, a thought triggered, the extent of this nothingness?

60 seconds of your time in direct proportion to an average of 440
seconds of my time writing these words.

60 seconds of your time before your attention is diverted voluntarily
or not, elsewhere.

60 seconds, the reason why I have focused on the poetic form as of
late, as it seemingly aligns with the 60 seconds of your undivided
attention.

60 seconds I strive to make worthwhile, for you will not recoup this
lost time, and further, i will not have the opportunity to take in the
future: you will simply not return.

60 seconds of delusion, thinking you read through my last post.

60 seconds that rule my reality.

60 seconds of your life

60 seconds of tabulated amounts of CO2 emissions, Becquerels of
radiation, cubic-feet-per-second of water flow, powering your
hardware, cooling your home, maintaining your prescribed thermostatic
setting, screaming electrons producing radiant heat passing through
skillfully-engineered strata of silicon, configured as transistors,
shrunk to micro-order-of-magnitude dimensions, you averaging 22
respiratory cycles, involuntarily generating an unmeasured number of
peristaltic movements, forcing measurable milligrams of simple
carbohydrates, your digestive system converting into
direct-proportion-levels of glucose, 72 beats of your heart (10%
measurement tolerance) pumping this nourishment and O2 to hungry
mytochondriae, feverishly processing adenosine-triphosphate, keeping
your core temperature at 37.0 degrees celcius (1% measurement
tolerance) in natural-selection-perfected autonomic-nervous-system
response to the R-134-vapor-compression-cycle-chilled air, via
perspiration droplets excreting salts along with them, you feeling the
social-convention-urge to remove this waste this very day, lest it
lead to body odor, proceeding to remove using chemically-produced
surfactants, whose byproducts are stored and neutralized with yet
other chemical compounds with their own product lifecycles, excepting
the volumes that self-described-savvy manufacturer's management,
deciding to dispense with all environmentally-friendly regulations,
simply dispose directly into sewer systems, thus securing short-term
financial gain, this sludge, flowing into streams and rivers, mixing
with your kidney-filtered, hydro-soluble remnants of
simple-carbohydrate-rich drink that, by virtue of its excessive
caffeination, triggers another autonomic response—evacuation--flowing
languidly, hydrating livestock that makes it into your bathroom, your
choice of soap being animal-fat based...