Anger

My anger is a request

Solemnly gifting destruction, it's a trick;

A culling, a wind, a disruption to smite past regrets, history, mistakes;

make disappear and go back

take friendship; nurture it slowly like a dream remembered.

Or, to take intimacy and submerge with it, suppress it forever,

never be so wide open.

And at its core is the seething, soothing, knowing

I dive mad, maddeningly, insane

With the oil of a seer, a Saint

Into the Divine remembrance

Anger is interference

 

And at the core I see the end light blinking, the twinkle,

Another solar system

Anger is blinding dark

And the distance between here and there

Can only be measured ….

 

In Brilliant light ---