Restless Clarity
Restless Clarity 03/06/2006 David C. Roberson
Dust-covered bed And a sleep-deprived head, The hum of Insomni-fairies Drills, drones in my dread. With cold, clockwork eyes I watch from below The World. Visions of sugar pills And snake oil that spills Dance in my bad-addled brain. Mere machinations mar My mood with gyrations And temper the demon spell’s strain. I watch from above The World. The buttercups flail As whipping winds wail And the clouds encroach, ending the day. But those flowers don’t fail Half as much as our shame When we’re given the free will to ail. I watch with contempt The World. The blades slay the cattle. Hear the Deathbringer's rattle? See the bodies in fields, how they lay? Ink might win more battles If the context weren’t lost ‘long the way. I watch with amusement The World. The blades slay the cattle. Hear the Deathbringer's rattle? See the bodies in fields, how they lay? Ink might win more battles If the context weren’t lost ‘long the way. I watch with amusement The world.