Habritual
 

The magnificent now is felt so deep
 
But from perfectly pitched perch I leap
 
Into swirling whirlpool comforting sleep
 
Beneath the dulled diluted distraction
 
One becomes lulled lame satisfaction
 
And actions bear the wear and tear
 
Of self-sabotaging sneaky snares
 
Cannot escape what once is caught
 
With fleeting flowing of random thought
 
To sense the system’s hushing constraint
 
Halting loosed movement, brush, and paint
 
The image made clear and represented
 
Guilt, shame steered, and unrepentant
 
Without solid soil nor cover but foil
 
Contraption contorted over much toil
 
Where the arrow points
 
Pulls marrow and joints
 
They become unhinged
 
Nerves numb & singed
 
A lone cry for the wild
 
Recall that as a child
 
With smile now bared
 
Without further cares

The way was once known

My, how you’ve grown
 

                                                                                                           -Brandon Fenton 2014