Dissuaded

 

Heading Back Into The Dark

by  shaun lawton 

Conflations of energy flow are woven

 about us so we know just how sure we should be 

of ourselves at any given moment, 

how else could we have shown otherwise 

if not to disguise our basic need for want 

of another seed to plant anew our dream 

and see it flower into another fortune 

altogether, only we'll never figure 

it could be better than our original

 venture into unknown territory together,

showing us how we are guided

 by the most innocuous measures

 back into the nethermost silent

territories adrift in the plumb deeps. 

Here we gather for our treasure

 hunting expeditions we can keep

regards to others in their own weather

while the times exist together under

the wind in the fields of wheat.

Initium

by Shaun Lawton 

I found myself wading in to the city knee deep in an easy going low tide of floating dandelion spores dislodged by my passing and kept abreast of my knees' methodical marching by the breeze generated from my own insistent locomotion as much as any stirred from our planet's solar juxtaposition.  Glancing at the vanishing point above the wild grassy field before me, my effort at observation was lanced with a brilliant spear of haloed light that dazzled under the cupped palm of my left hand as I kept it, a living visor of meat and bone grown translucent red from the light's intensity, firmly against my forehead.  Lowering the lids of my eyes revealed a swarming host of magnified infusoria tracking weightlessly to the right until lifting them, which replaced my vision of their petri-dish appearance with uninterrupted blue.  The flares of brightness edging in from the horizon blinded me repeatedly.  Gnats and mosquitoes dove within my ear's scope into irritating high-pitched drones.  I kept swiping at the buzzing as the sunlight continued dazzling my barely opened eyes.  Clouds piled up above me elevated toward the horizon in all directions, white as dreams ballooning within the azure sky.