Breaking The Habit

Ad infinitum a never ending sequence

Lying in the wake of repetition; habitual frequence

To wonder predictably all the same things is the unconscious

Dauntless and diving, freefall thoughts thriving; to want, I want this

Faultless and driving, the sea calls out trying; a wave, reaches for the sky

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The heavens sit not on clouds but seafoam, heavily salinated and floating

A sea for the dead with white haze, bubbles that carry earthly desire; doting

The angels walk on water by no miracle and wash their feet

The rough callous scrubbed off falls back down as sleet

A little taste of heaven from the snowflake on my tongue

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An only partially formed thought of the unknown is still no answer

I stir the ice in my glass, rejoice in the sound and quench my thirst

If I wait too long the ice melts and the glass overflows

Sometimes I have too many questions and too much imagination 

I need to know or at the very least, I want to know

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Thinking about winter on an autumn day I thought about the leaves

So I tried to catch one on my tongue, a fiery red mischief o’ertook me

A sieve as I sifted through black earth for gold, a thought for thieves 

I was supposed to be raking of course but the taste was so earthly 

All the beautiful colors of autumn that I had piled up, stolen

Jumping in I thought that I would be transported to another world

But at last, we are never anywhere but here. 

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I flipped on the TV and put the dried leaves of tobacco in a pipe

Truth be told, I never smoked before that day; never in my life 

Was this the allure of hell? I thought. Sun-dried leaves picked by poor commoners

Somewhere warm was a man with dark skin and a gold tooth, smiling. 

People just trying to get by day by day, doing the same things day after day.

A whole lifetime toiling, always in the same place with the same people and the same city 

And for others, the same hours, the same lunchtime and the same vacations 

To the same places where the same people who picked the same tobacco leaves would meet these same people

Is that sane? I thought, in some world it is.

I couldn’t do it any longer, as I coughed out the smoke from this terrible tasting experience

I had decided that it was time to break the habit.

©️ The Sad Owl