Nov 9, 2017 Original Poetry
It Isn’t
©November 9th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
It isn’t that I don’t love life –
Even if sometimes it feels that way,
It is that I don’t hate death.
It isn’t that I don’t want things –
It is that I want them in the moment,
It is that I want them indifferently.
It isn’t that music calls to me
It is that it calls from within,
All the time, all the time,
And sometimes, I don’t listen.
It isn’t that I don’t love you
And you, and you, and you.
I do, I do – it is that I love life.
It isn’t that I don’t love life enough –
It is that I love something more,
Something more than life.
I want to swallow the stars
Like a giant dragon
Swallowing gemstones.
I want to birth planets
And watch them glow,
Watch them grow old
And cold.
I want to spin and spiral
Into cold, vast spaces,
And die and die again,
And laugh hugely while
The universe plunges into me,
While I plunge into it,
Struggling and pulling each other
All the way through chaos,
To form a perfect, pulsating,
Diamond-hard point of light
And blink out.
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