The WayA Poem by PerditionAnd now I know that I should die for I have borne the continuum amorphous the query that settles as the dagger into darkness or swiftly into the soft side of the soul opening where light has never known for the owning of such passage belongs to its own affliction Obliged, stilled with riddles through the wind and stories that have settled beneath the shell So is this farewell upon my branch that flames through every state what comes to bury is understanding it is the maze dissecting the rat settling in psychosis wandering from row to row till again, nothing understands as before and eventual, as death shall come the walls will be taken back with me back to write no journey beyond their own where we are backdrops mimesis And there she smiles and I the sea from all its silence the life that breathes into a flask run full dispelled into the shell again as love that remembers the day that bore new language unto this known © 2020 Perdition |
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