New Day
posted 03 Jan 2003 by Krister Axel
Alone in the mind’s eye, balanced on crutches of fire

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I can’t concentrate
When the day yawns
and through this glass door
I see the outside
A haze over the canyon
A wet mask held in place

These are just glimpses
Some other system of faith
Help me remember the way
That I saw this cold rain
As falling jewels
Littering the sky

And in my troubled sleep
I am a witness to the morning
Bright fingers around the earth
The science of summer
Alone in the mind’s eye
Balanced on crutches of fire

It feeds me this bitter rum
Poured over my pale body
Like silver ghosts
The proud new day
Born without knowledge
Of love or misery

About the Author


Krister Bjornson Axel

Ogdensburg, New York

Paris, France. Madison, Wisconsin. Los Angeles. Ashland, Oregon. Ottawa. I write music, I write about music, and I write code. See also: photography, prose, podcasting. I have 1 gorgeous wife, 2 amazing kids, and many interests.

Recent Awards: 2020 ND (Photo) Honorable Mention, 2020 Accenti Writing Contest Finalist