"A Coming"

A coming
Creeps like a night air
Arrives upon you like a chill
Steals
Away that which keeps your heart’s constant, rhythm.
Change pushes
Unnerves,
Uproots, one out of their current rest-
-unrecognized state of idolatry
and forces one to move.

A coming
Resonates itself in the future
Travels back to the past
Appears in the present
Slapping one with a foreseeing vision
Cultivates,
Revamps,
The drive that stirs one’s being,
Exhales a photosynthetic awakening
And fabricates life into dormancy

A coming
Creeps like a night air
Arrives upon you like a chill
Has been knocking on your back door
While standing at the front
An inconspicuous figment of a later imagination
Consistency kills progress
The repetitive nature wisps up a spell
That obviates,
Casts a dark dense shadow
Warding off new comers
Isolating oneself in a realm
Quarantine
Self constricted

A Coming
Steals
Away the imbalance
That which keeps the heart’s
Constant rhythm
Brings a pungent
Aciculate
incising
Change
That pushes
Unnerves
Uproots one out of their current
Rest
Uplifts them from out of their
Premature coffin
Thrusts forward a clenched hand
Presence that dissipates all-
Dirt, collective residue,
Exposes
The unrecognized state of idolatry
And forces one to
Move.

By: Darah Patterson