Cloudy-headed Me

by

Tanya Ruth Larson

A nimiety of ego-ache slams my solar-plexus,
Green sprig of jealousy fracturing sorrow.
My kindred has ceased to be
In my pursual of enlightened grace.
I convene upon my God
To bring about my beloved other-half.
Quiet penetrates the resident air,
The tin-din threatens to puncture
My body-mind-spirit brain.
Less than the person I was yesterday
And less the one I had,
I aggrandize my own heartache;
Every morsel of memory I endeavor to find,
Open-albums scattered, heartbroke songs aplay
Upon the bed I lie...
A thousand tissues crying into my eyes
And my own alligator tears shedding years;
Staunch and steadfast was I
In my pursuit of the universe's treasure,
God's own waterfall cascaded my sensical-whimsy
And I thought I was free,
- May for a fleeting moment I was,-
But I guess it wasn't meant to be, as now I see
No white light, no sparkles in my sphere
For the clutch kicked out, likened to a similar
But less cloudy-headed me.
Ensconced in stony isolation,
In these dreams I grasp
For the face of my love
I can no longer see.

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