The Prism & The Metronome Jungle Poem by Johnny Watt

As I wash this augmenting wound
With the salt from a crystal moon
My fierce cry rings out to the midnight city streets
Into the bedrooms of those done counting sheep
I'm here layin' with my back to the fresh bloody blades of grass
I thought I'd soon be healed
Ready to grab both sword and shield
When I cried
I didn't realize
I'd been run through
I starred up to the sky
With wide and tearful bloodshot eyes
Counting serpentine star patterns to pass the time
I soon found my mind traversing
Over memories reversing
A film from end to beginning
Stuck in rewind
All too soon the film had finished
Beautiful thoughts of a life diminished
I closed my eyes and soon felt spirit leaving shell
When I awoke from this swift slumber
I felt the warming rays of summer
In a field where all my scars and wounds had healed
Snow capped mountains behind a village
witnessed in the distance
I ran with joy to the place where I'd live my timeless new existence