Mending the Mind
Mending the Mind
Evolution of the heart, mends the mind
Twirled through timelessness
And seasoned stargazing
Opens the eyes of bewilderment
Blazing upon the blocks of clocks
Representing what you have requested
Reinvested through your relationship
But never shown a known bowl
Of bejeweled blackseed opened
And delighted by devils curve
And where whoosh wintered where
I slip slowly through slippery
Bowels of bat guava seeping
Where I don’t ignite a thing of the ocean
Breathing the coldness of calamity
And worthlessness written on withered
Old paper, within the heart
Where mending seems to mediate
From open to oppressive measures
Only spoken through troubled waters
And frozen upon frozen eyes
Leaving me empty, without a heart
To mend any mind.
Russell Sivey
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