Ever in EvermoreA Poem by PerditionShe riddles her hair down in curls of labyrinth Gown torn Lying childless A gaze of Emily staring up from the stone Thinking currents of old world Shades drawn The loud ticking of life's bulimia now tapping below her silence Inside the struggle lays Motionless Arrow aimed high to the Colures round tincture Monterey, Scorched through the last of breath Her nails curled raw The lunula betraying as We are but half moons Lonely in Pathos A waltz locked inside the darkness of a turtle shell The memories imbibe Invoking Zen prayers hidden beneath Jesus' wounds We watch Married down to martyrs Oh, we of dried seeds and far off lovers Forgetful of the sky We make holiness the shims of night fire Lit and kicked by fools and fear Illume our lives into the miles of ember "Yet the very essence returns to the womb of innocence" ,
says she Dancing over her clover gowned ridge “All things are fed from blush…every hunter in skin by skin grasps at the sheet
of pervasion , Kills then stares as blood pours from the faceless cause" A ghoul feeding from the footnotes of our final walk Legless Yet suffering in bone The glass message bottled The siren of violent sea calling Longitudes of Latin grace Wild minds turning tide into lung Bleached and drowned in Athena stung... On the mirror of Madon she swims Clouded we look into the cold curves of her weeping back warm in birthing spine Young the blades of sway give her balance But to know her as SHE knows her ivory fate Combing us gently with brush handled madness Skeletal rat posed Castles of varicosed walls Milking from the cover of an old buried jar Now hung in the bowery of memory No more seeds Awake in hardened ground Nor crows to wing our ears Only the whirl turned wheel Reeling out from the Taraxacum wine Oh, you of resurrect candle Dripped in dust Soul stitched casual In spirit licking the tears from her finger Churning the silk into sand Blind, poor child defined as glitch... We are death from a paper cut Shepherds of mutton fat skimmed A sloth horizon Maidens of make-up Staring into the windows of mannequin Pictures torn from the soul of porn fingered prophesy Reality rising from the eclectic eye pod phone Rain, Let not this world be drowned down to numb Give us fins of width A home blown of ocean salt Sails Fashioned and cradled in usefulness Like anger Felled with “odd” and forcedly tattooed Caribbean ridden mast The belly pierced through Everyman Hope needs death And now stands our past wept as it weeds out through doorway where so amply the fake of stumble we cross in emotion And as you swallow bitter vile of
age The memory lingers The pierce of evermore As once you were soft and wise A silver stream Waded in continent world Pouring in constancy As once you imagined We were falling into freedom brave as cold rain
© 2012 PerditionAuthor's Note
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