Darkness as an ensample.
Chastity unfastened, losing itself;
White lights, beige dust, grasshoppers.
Barefaced holiness, stigmata,
Purple blood.
A soul is sung, dangling, a tree runs
With sap—ants devour what’s left.
Bells wrang. I sat in stillness.
Not much is left.
Desolate prayers. Forbidden nights.
Punished innocence.
A child was a pirate; a child ran a
Kingdom; a child has become –
Of wilderness, of church, of scars.
Souls reified; fuchsia chants,
Devilish repentance; to know charts,
To rinse music, to humble a smile.
Deathless. Made in breath. Days in
Passing, chastised, in hindsight,
Pains are most celebrated.
Manumit orison; unchain lights.
Oh’ Morning Star!
So idyllic back when: Has it changed?
Choir is excellence, interior furniture,
Waves, ceiling oceans.
A soul was shod, dressed in deliverance,
She carried essence, utter energy, she
Was chided—
Some observations are seismic.
Firebrand churns in the fire.
Flames flicker into fever.
Hearts grow into dragons.
Near insides sits tigers, lions, a
Crocodile.
