Poetry - Isis Zystrid
Celestial
i am not one to resist logic,
i do not need my head
to be in the clouds
to get through
the day.
though i find no fault
in trying to keep
your pineal gland
from calcifying,
do not doubt that
the things arising within you
are attached to the ethereal.
but i have to take
this overcast afternoon
to curse that the two
have not met
in this scenario--
my divine synapses
have not alchemically bonded
to the most bare bones
version of reality.
see, when you meet
the perfect person
for you
and feel nothing for them,
it makes one desire
to take blunt objects
to the intersection
of where the physical world
and the ether meet.
chemicals have stirred in me
at such grandiose velocity--
such acute emotions
torn from the part of me
where these things are created.
but so often in scenarios
where there was no rationale
for these sensations
to stand on.
logic had to refuse
when i had an entire world
growing inside of me
for a being who would be
of no benefit to my life.
but the turn of fate
has presented a soul
that would be an ideal
hand of cards,
but i look upon them
and i am all logic, logic
reason and stand bereft
of celestial worlds
growing inside of me.
Man Made
she expresses
the tales
of her logic,
"i'm an atheist,"
painting wind inklings
and senses that overcome me
as miniscule frivolities
to be discarded
as child's play.
i was certain
that the force
that held the scenery
was up to something,
had an elusive craft
that many had spoken of
and many refuted.
these tempestuous storms
and then the droughts,
droughts--
it could be according
to procedure
or it could be the drab,
calculated inevitability
of noncommital stagnance.
the sidewalk
held our conversation,
and one must wonder at times
why we are guided
on trails
that are discordant
with our fulfillment.
are there always proclamations
of cut and dry rationality
floating above
man made substances
that suffocate
the surface
of the earth--
i am caught
holding my breath
because what is organic
in me
has come across a boulder.
what connects to the electricity
beneath my flesh
from sources outside of me