Knowledgeable

Inner peace.

Light

Enters gradually

But continuously

Crawls across the

Blackness between my eyes

Like volcanic ash

Erupting forth,

Breaking down thoughts

Into

Lifeless bodies.

Light

Is the rupturing needle

Penetrating each layer of skin

To form the calescent brand

Upon my back,

Simmering with pain

While blood

Creeps from capillaries

And ventricles burst

In the body

That I know must

Return from the air

Into that magnetic field.

Sound 

Is not the vibration of

Piano strings,

Or that passive bootstep

Longering, dwindling upon the

Spiral staircase,

But rather

The echo of the voiceless

Galaxy between the notes

Always moving, undulating

Like the breath,

The mindless

Timing

Of a planetary rotation

Unable to

Cease.

Name 

The one beyond the door

Who writes each letter,

Ancient runes

On parchment

Hanging from the inner castle

Whose gates have long been barred

And sealed

Then erased...

Name

That lacks pronunciation

Or definition

Yet lies beyond

The violet windows

Entrenched in the breath.

Sap

The golden taste

From human bark

And silent gardens

That sleep beneath cities...

Sap

That spreads 

Like drops of 

Blood

From 

Within

And flows

Into the streetlight

Forming amber fingers

Entwined with human

Hands

It all is here

Can I

breathe it

a

gain?

Author's Note

How are the descriptions? Should I use different words at all?

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I love how you describe the "sap".... so CLEVER!
You bring new colour, new emotion, new light, new peace, to the jaded corner of my mind..
Thank you so much for opening the window... It's refreshing to read you!

Stunning and profound expression, Eric! :)