Re:birth

A Poem

Photo by Elisabeth Arnold on Unsplash

madness doesn’t fall
far from the tree,
i suppose —

and it’s a happenstance
that wanders here
in and of itself.

there are so many listless ways —
bitter blue and silent,
cast away in other skins,
left on bedrock slabs alight.

(i watch
and i know
there’s something beautiful
in the gilded morning)

fall back,
catch the stars
in your palms —
and know the truth

(know the truth).

you thought you knew
the answers,
but you don’t know
a thing

(and that’s all right —
you weren’t meant to know,
weren’t meant to see,
weren’t meant to dance

in riddles)

and how heaven fell,
how the earth shook,
how sycophants paved the way —
oh, these are in all the books, you see.