omega point

Some days, of lateI want to break, tear soThe rending none can mend, and thenWhen fraying, shredded at the edge, fair enough.Mother's needle's all that's left to patch me up

I feel that I've, stillQuite a ways to go, stillWhen the nausea comesI recall, the centre does not hold

As a child I was told, 'life's a journey'a tandem free fall now I feel the wind and terror as the days grow old,Find the centre in the loose air's holdWith a partner, or a fold,At your back, to steal the coldAnd see the falls beneath your soulEmpty into an abyss of home,as if Alice and her sister fell together down the rabbit hole

Inside me find, among the darkthe hearth, it rests upon the firebeating in my heart

No one longs to start anew, to staypast days, with which this day has naught to do, butbegin again, my friends, back at the beginning, tooCreation, on and onAwake each day, behold the rays of our eternal dawn