Arise, I tell myself everyday,
Rise and ride, the tails of Chrysomallos,
The fires of Mars,
The rings of Saturn,
The burn of death–
Arise and find things for yourself,
Rise and fight to crack the diamond,
as brittle as aluminum, rising
Everyday.
Arise.
A metronome appeared,
when I was in bed last night,
It showed me drops of bloody rain,
that when they splat on the fissures,
filled and filled with space and spring,
making it one piece again.
Arise, again.
Everyday.
Even when the memories hurt–
Burn, kill, castrate, stab, shoot, beat,
blooden, break, humiliate, die, and
Arise.
To never fear the future, like the
morning drops at half past midnight.