Unnerved

My eye keeps twitching
the left one,
from my perspective,
whenever my mind turns
to taxing thoughts.
It began a few days ago,
seemingly at random,
and I found the sensation
to be kind of pleasant.
Now,
mostly,
I just hope that people notice my twitching eye
and become unnerved while conversing with me
because I like to affect people.

Travel Diary

How the ground below trembles -
insular, cyclic, static -
so gentle in its gyrations
generating only
familiar sorts of consequences.

The scars and faults over-familiar; understood,
but safe -
dare I trade to trod far-afield
to walk upon unknown ground,
towards alien fauna and foreign flora
where I know not what it would mean to stumble?

But oh, that these boots had never journeyed
not towards horizons shimmering
nor towards where great Sol slumbers,
that they'd never stumbled to stopping here
where to see singly is to know
and to stay is to die - slowly.

Pits

So close to the edge I stand
as remain stationary I must,
for what else is man to do
when all but standing is lost?

A wiser man once told me
to 'ware gazing too deeply' before we
And they have come, however, and taken from me
all else that I might have cared to see.

The gaping chasm beckons, calls,
begs that I cease standing,
and I wonder,
what light to the below might I bring?

A mystery as black as that black pit
as none've ever gone so deep
to where her siren song calls to me
when I'm deep within sleep.

Just one step forward, now,
to call myself the very first
because many men have wandered
yet none dare slake their thirst.

One ahead then
with none left behind
falling, falling, falling I fall
until all that I have and hold left

is the little I carry inside.

The President

Deep beneath a rocky and scarred shelf
I have slumbered,
lain still for what seems now
to have been a very long time.
But I,
who know only of the static subsurface,
I know nothing of time.
Yet lie here I have and shall
as tremors from above
have begun.