beating out its familiar refrain
arangatangtang
left temple throbs
arangatangtang
shoulders slump
and a body needs a dark, comforting corner
the light-less reprieve when sleep will come
whisking me away and back into a deep embrace
like a babe in the manger, i too am too sensitive
without sleep, without food and without water,
i quickly wilt like the green stem of a bermuda buttercup
falling away under the sun's warm rays
under such conditions i cannot sustain,
and yet, somehow, this feels different
the arangatangtang is not receding
it is not withdrawing back into the recesses
of my pitch black psyche from where it came
like a premonition it keeps knocking
arangatangtang, arangatangtang
"notice me," it commands
"heed my call."
in the distance, tornadoes are whipped up like
twisters in a vacuum, stange showers fall upon the great plains
and volcanoes erupt, spewing boiling, hot magma across an
already shaken land
arangatangtang
i know not my role
i cannot decipher the call i can only
awake, placing one foot in front of the other,
walking boldly into some unknowable future
while trusting only in the love I have to give.
the why's have all fallen away
all that remains, just is.
