Morrison's Lament
Bluelighter
Waves of craving beat against my soul like some ungodly coastline of desperation.
The true nature of my despair is threatening to reveal itself - like the curviture of the earth is on the verge of being visible if you stare hard enough into the horizon.
Galileos detractors watched the same horizon, refusing to look for something that could so nearly - and yet never completely - be seen with their eyes.
Like a misguided Italian priest - I am fixated on the proverbial curvature of my addiction but refusing to take the leap. I refuse to look for what is barely - yet so clearly - to be seen.
--- G.
The true nature of my despair is threatening to reveal itself - like the curviture of the earth is on the verge of being visible if you stare hard enough into the horizon.
Galileos detractors watched the same horizon, refusing to look for something that could so nearly - and yet never completely - be seen with their eyes.
Like a misguided Italian priest - I am fixated on the proverbial curvature of my addiction but refusing to take the leap. I refuse to look for what is barely - yet so clearly - to be seen.
--- G.
