Momentum Poem by I, Mongoose

The sharp pain doesn't bother me so much
I mean it does
But it's always so unexpected and quick
Then it leaves me alone.
The other kind.
Dull throbbing from morning to night
Heavy hum of the brick in my head
Sliding back and forth back and forth back and forth
Every moment. I can't escape it.
Because it has become me
Or I've become it.

Sometimes, in an odd moment,
Something happens that brings a spark:
An feeling that seems mysteriously Connected.
But always, always,
My brick slides down
Everything goes back to dead.
This has been life.

One thing that sometimes helps,
When im absolutely sure im alone,
In a kind of holy solitude,
Something of that spark appears
Beneath a curtain of black
And my attention gathers ‘round
Prepared like a ball of dry tinder.
The spark has caught hold of something
And gathers light as it spreads.
For a few seconds it feels as if
Everything made sense,
Everything beautiful.

Reaching the apex of light and synergy.
Forms emerging from the void
Suggest giving ways.
Give up this emptiness
And correct