Shattered

Ever so casually

it happens 

Veins split into fingerprints

a sieve punctures the heart and 

bulleted thoughts are followed 

The horroring crash of everything

you stumble some epithetical divinity

the quiet harsh silence echoes

drip by drip comes

the old new prayers

You scramble into shards

the explosion triggers sorrow

Then an alternate name screams

in painful ecstasy 

sorts and weaves the fallen focus

bringing back to place the absolute in 

nothing

The glass has shattered

A bond by flesh severs 

depth is warm

you gaze the openings

The rising Christ of floor

But only as you were and are before 

beginning to breathe

attuned, you attend by sweeping

reaching down to regain 

some unattainable in sanity

Reviews

[Joli Dy]

How many times have I read this? At least as many times as I shall read again.
The rising Christ of floor met with broom. How lost we so often are, how blind.
The glass has shattered. The scramble to shards still pierces my heart, and unlike the intent of malicious sieves everywhere waiting to pounce, this is a piercing that promises.
Veins split into fingerprints...casually or not, this is the dwelling place of the profound. Please giftwrap your mind and send it to me, extra bubblewrap and "fragile" penned to a label I promise to read in an awed and reverant Italian accent before I display your brilliance in my window to inspire the neighbors.
Yeah, this is brilliant. You...are brilliant.

[Perdition]

Oh, No! This is where heartwood burns and the oil is extracted with reviewers like you. Merci beaucoup! We run the mad late hours "two invalids home from hot climates", I do believe as well. Now, be honest... what have you to say of the "magic lanterns" of Prufrock? Yep...running!! Back at ya Poet! (OWN IT!) Smiles~