i plod the land of ancient time
where faceless days and voiceless nights
rest anaesthetized
beneath the hand
of willed and bland oblivion.
descending burrowed abysses
where memory plays its instant frames,
i step into the tangled mesh
of mortal patterns etched in ice;
i crouch surrounded
by my self
and feel the web encircle me.
peering into mirrored pools
i see the past disrobe and speak
of crusted blood and careless tears
that filtered through my roaring streams;
i see my thoughts undress and hide
along the empty paths i ran.
i try to wash the pain away
and
slice the ropes that keep me bound,
but razor edges of my sin
slide deep into the fleshy part,
wedge firm within my fleshy part.....
i taste the cutting with my tongue
and bite the harshness as they sink.
i throw myself against the wall
and dash my head with jagged stones,
in efforts to escape this purge
of looking at my nakedness,
of sewing on my barren limbs,
accepting them as part of me.
i lie awake upon the floor
amidst the crumbs of who i am,
and dig the lava from my eyes
that blinded me to sacred light,
and tear the blanket from my heart
that let me sleep contentedly.
i plod the land of present time
with fearless days and voiceless nights
and raise my arms
in anguished call.....
i stand and bellow
to my God.
where faceless days and voiceless nights
rest anaesthetized
beneath the hand
of willed and bland oblivion.
descending burrowed abysses
where memory plays its instant frames,
i step into the tangled mesh
of mortal patterns etched in ice;
i crouch surrounded
by my self
and feel the web encircle me.
peering into mirrored pools
i see the past disrobe and speak
of crusted blood and careless tears
that filtered through my roaring streams;
i see my thoughts undress and hide
along the empty paths i ran.
i try to wash the pain away
and
slice the ropes that keep me bound,
but razor edges of my sin
slide deep into the fleshy part,
wedge firm within my fleshy part.....
i taste the cutting with my tongue
and bite the harshness as they sink.
i throw myself against the wall
and dash my head with jagged stones,
in efforts to escape this purge
of looking at my nakedness,
of sewing on my barren limbs,
accepting them as part of me.
i lie awake upon the floor
amidst the crumbs of who i am,
and dig the lava from my eyes
that blinded me to sacred light,
and tear the blanket from my heart
that let me sleep contentedly.
i plod the land of present time
with fearless days and voiceless nights
and raise my arms
in anguished call.....
i stand and bellow
to my God.
