Drone Dialogues 1: A Room Full of Buckeyes

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Whittled and waning
Heat of loss warps the inner walls
The foundation suffers
The foundation writhes
Caving structure feeds on its occupants
Time collapses and I am born again with my wounds intact
Rain pours from inside
The inner sanctum fades to stillness
An anchor to the old world is loosed

Somewhere, life dies
Heavy silence smothers all movement
Somewhere else, a life begins
Screaming and crying for meaning
Pieces break apart, never to find each other
Pieces are shuffled and attach to others they never knew
Our will is splayed out like light over a horizon of dunes;
Most shift slowly in dim darkness, untouched
The caps glow and we see what we want to see in them

Shape my heart to the rhythm of the world
That I might understand why I am buried in waves of grief
day, after day, after day
The heavy silence; the screams and cries
Follow me now into this moment
At once, melded into a horrible sense of loss and weakness
My will is to overcome
But my will buckles in the waves

A beleaguered vessel 
Shambles down the coast
Searching for warmth
Under an ashen sky that offers no quarter
The meaning in each wound
Is found in mirrors and stories
And in other wounds
Scars within scars
The end is found in silence

A wooden propeller beats the air in defiance
Wings glide aloft
Grace in motion, in the face of gravity
And self-doubt
Tired brow and a life wrung with faithful hands
Dry of every goodness I hope for
The lavender skies once stained
With chemo drugs, tears, and the sweat of a working man's labor
Now glow soft in every color the Lord made
As the pietenpol graces the horizon
On its last flight
With a one way ticket to heaven in hand
Blue skies
And tailwinds

A bell chimes from many miles away
Highways form the constellation of my life
Highways and these walked paths from who I have been, to who I hope to be
We shed as we grow
The cages we build for ourselves slough off like scabs
We shed our missteps and walk on
With hope and a plan, we walk on
With only the clothes on our backs, we walk on
With fewer friends than we started with, we walk on
Arm in arm with those flowing preciously along our path, we walk on

We rage in silent stoic battle against the dying of every light
Yearning to wake tomorrow on higher ground
For peace, and a moment of stillness
The clearing at the end of the path sings to come empty-handed
And cling not to the trappings of our bodily lives
The souls we are, inside the bodies we borrow
Like children rushing on to a stage
To perform for adoring parents
We are a prism reflecting
imperfectly the worlds we abide in
Forgetting our lines
Stumbling over our costumes
Yet bringing a smile to the face of our bearer
Like a star twinkling
At a young man alone
Atop an unknown mountain
Muscles burning and burning
from the shock of all notions of safety ripped away
Like leaves falling to a Winter that knows no end

The end comes, and Christmas feels like Springtime
Warmth from the fireplace like the first thaw
Blooming hope that happiness is just around the bend
Summer's going to be what it should be for once
And these cycles spin faster with each go-round
Spinning through the heavens
Like a ballroom dance of clueless souls
Just happy to be here

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