Light Defangs & Entangles

This land of great bliss. This terrible nonexistence.

So scribbled in “rivers”. Those caves without rulers.

Those unclear skies. Arriving at our skeleton “sea”.

“They” the sands, this soil baptized, this pain at

Pleasures. Our trenchant antiquity. Our lakes as

Shadows. Our souls wide at restlessness.

Love besprinkles its winds. But ever so detached.

Where bliss meets its disappointment.

Treacherously “holy”. Such wrathful impermanence.

Our sexualities at war. Our dying to live. Our

Living to die. Our winds ancient sacrifices.

Our Father clads in obedience. To grant daughters

Mercy. Where mere poets choke their ghosts.

This gunning “river”. This earthly rain. Too

Involved in shivering shame. So far. So close.

Remaining uncaptured. Our endless reach. At

Drops by sands. To perish “war” cries.

More visceral joy. Blood to tombs. Cloth at

Eyes ran afar. Such mason waters. This gut to

Apparitions. While pure “maid” strummed angst.

In depths we sleep. This vision art strong. To

Resurrect by mercy. While “Paradise” has cursed us.

By Naive

A Brief Intermission 

Kubla Khan by Coleridge (My Response in the form of a poem)