Come Apart

Something ‘bout the pine
Of the lonely whine
Of a highway headed west,
Draws my soul
On a lonesome roll
Out toward the wilderness
Where dry bones scatter,
And alternative matter
Conjoins in a desperate plea,
And windless sails
Of the desolate trails
Call out in temptation to  me,
“Come apart.
Come apart,
And you'll see.”

Away out there,
The skies are fair
And detached from
Thought or conversion.
The savant releases,
Reforms, and retracts
From affection, as well as, aversion.
And beyond the hedge
Breathes a living edge,
But only the brave will peer
Beyond the darkness
Which fools call light,
And take up the mantle of seer.
“Come apart.
Come apart,
And you'll see.”

I resolve only to loosen
The grip of my meager control,
To relinquish results
Of universal reactions,
And open the door for my soul
To go free,
And come apart in timeless fashion,
And merge in the coming turn
Of the all consuming wonder that is love,
And its catabolic burn.

“Come apart.
Come apart,
And you'll see.”

 

-jenn long