Thursday, October 28, 2021

Garlic At Her Doorstep

 

much into healing, a woman was specific, the curse is with us: the blood blue-brown, the soul screaming, I need mother in a safehouse. open! a simple gesture. faith has healed us.

            from the darkside, maybe a warlock, running fields; I imagine two, one stranger, one gnarm. sweet welkin hells—dearer tomorrows, fleeing, flying, returning to square one; those eyes, they’ve done much healing, undone, keeping seclusion—those midnight hours, gazing over, listening to snores—at wonder, spiders beneath the ledges, bed bugs hiding, if I tried, it wasn’t enough, if I failed, I deserve the curse.

            I was unkempt, I lost sanity, I bounced, a slow return—still aloof inside, so intimate inside, like waltzing with irregularities. many are watching, I apologize, I hope the healing is in effect—changing vatic decrees, with clauses, needing each to go further; I’ve seen cliffs, I’ve jumped without a bungee, hands reached out, miracles are underrated. if half of silence, resilience, in some souls!

            most all of what it was has been marred, the murk is evident, let others continue their journey. I’ll pray today, filthy this spirit, all giggles muffled, sincerely at diamonds. the years keep rushing, gossip is unappealing, what makes us, has become a floating leaf—where it swoops, settles, picks up again.

            I have too many issues—listening to intentions—most need to outwit an inanimate brick wall. if thoughts are life, most have hell to redeem, in a situation brought by self, to self. maybe fantast winds, to winnow terrors, to cleave to a pictureless spirit. the curse of the rose, the vinegar of the roast, the garlic at her doorstep—meant as a wardrobe, gossamer at the corner base, an unfriendly pet bull; a nimbus at her scalp, a tear paused for winter, a cauldron in her basement; frozen daisies, foil around the quarters, facing a terrible quandary.

one needs selection, determine what will be believed, before losing sanity.

PS.

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