In the east the sunrise explodes.
Chaos unleashed into a glorious riot of color.
Recklessly tossed shadows spiral ever upward
As dark thunderstorms flee from the onslaught.
In the west hangs a full moon
Bloated and blood-red in a pitch-black sky.
The forces of night…only grudgingly retreating before the dawn
Leaving on the air a promise to return
The titanic battle in the sky mirrored in my soul
The ancient and timeless spectacle stirs the forces at my core
As the balmy winds help awaken the animal within
The big bike roars through deserted streets
It’s echoing cries drowned out by my own thundering heart.
I feel it rise, that dark side of the man.
The restlessness stirs.
The animal erupts to the surface and fights to be free.
I savor it for a moment. Just a taste. Just a sip.
Just a whiff.
And then I reach out and smash it down.
Ruthlessly. Efficiently. With practiced ease.
After all, there are responsibilities that I must attend.
I park the machine in the shadows of skyscrapers
The primal boiling sky hidden from view.
The landscape buried in concrete and dust.
Standing in the doorway, looking back the way I’ve come
Desperately seeking something I’m certain I’ve forgotten.
It is some time before I realize what I have done,
And how often…and how easily…I’ve done it of late.
The building guard sees me standing there
“Can I help you sir?”
I continue to stare...out...
“I think not.” I take a breath. “Perhaps nobody can.”
He looks confused at my reply.
I’m confused too.
I stand and wonder...as part of my soul dies.
This is responsible?
There is a choice to be made.
I find it’s not an easy one
It should have been.
Frozen, grieving, I ponder…
The dark side is integral…required.
And I’ve tried to kill it.
Have I killed too much?
Have I left too little?
For me...is it too late?