Hiatum//
What we seek
must seek us too.
Nefarious addicts latched shut
behind locked doors, High
Atop Towering pebble of thought,
God’s cerebral design.
Wherein a tenant dwells, alone, confined.
Awaiting the moment,
when windows will fly. /
{they jump}/
*
Don’t jump, No sin if
No witness in sight. So,
Come see if you’d like.
Its Hymn Sacreligious to Bonds.
I’m breathing this song,
Arms tangled, belts looped
as though we’re
Submissive to knots.
They say listen to God.
I took notes on the Pope,
for a mission abroad.
His mind often roamed,
Almost as though
The light which bestowed was awaiting a rupture,
His lips uttered pleas, he implored for a Mother,
“Please! Don’t release me,
just smother.”
What we seek, must seek too./
*
Nefarious addicts latched
behind locked doors,
Contorted bodies, hunch in sync
In circles gathered, wounds un-blink.
Shrunken souls In Drunken Bliss
with folded ribs, contort and sink
Toward ruptured panes, that always break.
they jump in vain, but mostly miss. How slow is the fall To nothingness?
Cataclysmic pause, in soft abyss. /
*
Their minds, once trapped in mortal chains,
now free from fear of earthly rains,
into the void, they drift and spin
lost upon a Cosmic wind.
What we seek, seeks too. /
For in the void, we see our dreams
What lies beyond the noise, unknown,
When all that’s left are silent screams?
A chasm vast, a fear well-grown?
Our hearts are heavy, burdened beams
Inward spirals, blood in streams
What lies beyond the noise, unknown,
When all that’s left are silent screams?
What we seek, seeks too. /
*
*
And in that seeking, we must renew.
A tide of thoughts, both old and new.
The depths of mind, a hidden crew,
As currents shift, a subtle cue.
What
we
seek,
seeks
us
too.
6:26 a.m:
-cam d.s.s
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