Drafting Thoughts

Sometimes I dream aloud and fall awake
and as the world revolves won’t always feel it turn.
Sometimes I un-write words and comfort pain,
afraid of flames but destined to burn.
Go ask your God what he’s doing today
whilst he watches the un and reality of life.
Try to feign interest in words he says
and let me know if Heaven’s always bright.
Go ask your God what he’s thinking today
whilst he listens through the urban vaults.
Try to understand why He feels His way
and let me know when Contrition starts.
Ask if when blissful memories are tainted,
discarded into surplus on papered streets
shall we gather by oceans with sinners and quitters
and throw our ghosts into the sea?
Would this achieve release should we repave
over the world’s dysfunctions as it circles
around the all-lasting and sought-after place,
away from that of haunted and hellions?
Until we know we shall do as before,
discarding all virtue like our papered streets
as the tides of our lives tear into the shores
and we throw our ghosts in the sea.

Jordan Baker 2014
Blueprints by the Sea

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