Uprise

At any given moment, in time or in place
Nothing resembles familiarity, not even a face
Just you standing there, still, in this spinning lair
With no recollection of how you actually got there
It's a maze, crazy, confusing, periodically deafening
Muffling the sounds of everything you're questioning
The answers lying somewhere beneath the barrier of chaos
In your mind or your heart or the parts that you lost
Sense? Such a thing claims the status of a memory
From somewhere in your past, huddled tight with serenity
And control sneaks away and hides behind the fog
Of a life without a handle for you to grip on
These moments stretch time like an elastic band
Until it gives out from being strained as much as it can stand
Where it simply breaks into two or refuses to compromise
Then either scatters in opposition or stands taught in an uprise
See the moments come first, right before the dissection
It seems you have to get lost before you find clear direction


(c) 2016 Stacey Kell
2016 January, 07


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