Death/Rebirth

pushingaway
fractal by A. A. Zingler

Death/Rebirth

by A. A. Zingler

Emotions bubble and froth, the spring
spills and spits into a torrent of motion,
the light trails cascade and collide,
and the black void pushes out a scream–

I teeter at the edge of a long drop,
the sky blazing blue with a hint of a droplet
that graces my hair like a whisper of a kiss.
Below howls the rage of a river, tearing down
the canyon’s walls, deeper it digs
until its innards spit out into the sea.

Gnarled and twisted, the tree trunk grows
from the brittle sandstone, its roots precariously
perched like a sprinter in the blocks
right before the gun shot snaps the air.
Wind whips through the hair, the roar
of energy zaps through the nerves,
a conflagration that burns me to dust.

Hands press me deep into the murky froth,
the sour and tepid stench fills my lungs
and the world spins, twirls in a ferverish dance
just laugh it away, just launch it to the sun —

Blood smears the ground, soaks the world,
silent cries reverberate through the bones,
unheard, unseen, lost in streams of light,
each pulling the body until I snap in half,
caved in by the broken shards of life.

Words and images carved into my flesh,
tremble and beat through my soul
to the pristine pages of a new story —
each birth of character seeded by myself —
that glimpse in the mirror, until the sight
cracks and bleeds into the rivers of light.

diverging-streams
Fractal by A. A. Zingler

By Aibird

Open the door, step inside. Here you find a forest, teeming with animals and birds, which sweeps up the sides of snow-capped mountains. Here in the small pocket of beauty, one finds the essence of my soul. A writer at heart, I delve deep into the finer details of humanity's spirit, and seek to share with others what gems I uncover. I find life exciting and full of interesting surprises, and despite the great pain that often confronts me, I persevere with the joy in my heart still bubbling, and the light of my soul still aflame. There is a time and a place to introspect one's self, but often enough it is best to not look back in regret, but leap forward in the present toward the achievement of one's deepest dreams. I am a wanderer. An explorer. One place cannot contain me for long, but to my friends and family, I remain loyal, for love is not bound by time nor place. Once cultivated and nourished continuously, it binds people together on a journey through the unknown reaches of life.

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