Every day, a new fate
An empty hand on my chest, begs me
Breathe, escape
I burn these nights, to turn them to days
That shadows unkind could never sway
That the mysteries of life lay tethered
To sacrifice, drawn eyes scatter the birds
Into a writhing mass of screams
I dream, so vividly, I wonder
Have I been sleeping
Have these wonders fleeting been nothing more
Than a camera shutter pressed against
Keyholes, on doors I've never opened
The skies taunt me with their shades of gray
Swirling, formless monoliths who cry foul
To the intruding blue
I wander across a desert of disassembled psychoses
Crystallized dunes promise an oasis
Over each horizon, she never comes
Passing lights seduce and persuade
Ask me tonight, by daylight, I'll have gone away
Her temperature is a sunset-streaked sky
A flash of pink flesh and steel eyes
A dress of circumstance and machined cries
Every day, a new life
A new tear for old eyes, who have seen all
Through their own dampened spirits
A distortion of the evidence, against passion
My expectations climb, pulse dives
Into the ocean, a gull seeking his last meal
Finding only salt, she waves
I pretend not to notice the loss
The wonder of souls burned into liquid-crystal displays
Forever present, screened smoke fills the air
The sweet stench of despair, I've been here
Before, lived here and swore
Never to return, never to burn again, cracked wooden limbs
Sparkle with embers, ashen reminders
Of heavy fate, who danced, swollen with pride, on the skeletons
Of lovers, who glanced with forlorn eyes
At the corpse she was becoming, the creak and strain
Of her bare-wood staircase, as she slept and I pondered
Her sentience, and how these death shrouds came to be
Our faces, replaced the visage of greatness
With listless decay
The chanting crickets along the fence, armed with their instruments
Would share hymns, that spoke of sins
Long buried away, their own songs carried away
By winds that droned on in quiet bass
Save whistling moments through the bare arms
Of winter's glistening angels, who reached for the heavens
With snow-capped limbs
And stood solemn watch over my collapse
Into the fallen flesh of the goddess Gaia
Bright whites whose icy kiss I prayed
Would cool this fever dream
Would finally grant me reprieve
From the raven-swarm of callous scores
Whose each note pecks and claws at my core
A killer stilled by the welcoming arms
Of this asylum world
I wander across acres of fresh-tilled fields, soft soil pressed
Into bare footprints, that my travels would reveal my message
To the waiting vultures, the wailing culture of silence
Who dare not trespass here, with the violence of her
Spoken word, the stone rises from the distant grass, a silhouetted slab against
The invitation of the forest, she begs me
Lose my way, tugs at my thoughts as an innocent child
Lost, and seeking guidance
I wager love, in the hopes of freeing a smile
Between those tear-stained cheeks, the water ripples beneath
My skipped-rock heartbeat, destined to sink into
Lunacy, the current beneath the calm surface
Of the stream, billowing over the rocks like a heavy fog
Wearing down the strongest of adversaries through perseverance
And misplaced trust on their end
Every day, a fraction of the world gained
At the expense of stone-walled shores
As we whore ourselves wholly, soullessly
Against the earth, drive ourselves down channels and beneath bridges
Ear-splittingly quiet, always reflecting, almost dying
Of our own shallow fates, until the lives that we've deepened
Embrace us, and we fill them
Grow stronger in their stillness, before rushing off the cliffs in
Celebration, and pool our humanity at the bottom
Where nature's greatest works bathe
Where we begin again, our journey into self
As doe and wolf, as flower and rock
As life and death
Watcher and watched
Every day, a new weight
An empty hand on my chest seduces me awake
The shadows will not come today, she swears
The monster sleeps, and we can leave
And he'll never notice we were here
But we rumble from our deepest recesses
Stumble loud over our own dried vegetative promise
Return to earth, Gaia begs
His warnings fade, steam-engines finally pulling out to sea
Beckoning the dead, who swim in their monotone wake
Some disturbed pied piper, to lead the soul away
I hear nothing now
Just the song of winter, the quiet rhythm of death
Calls me forth, a light atop mountains who
On closer inspection, sears all in her wake
I hear nothing now, I will not listen
A new strength grows within
And echoes across her, shakes this painting down to the canvas
The only color left adorns silk feet, there is only gray where I'm going
Despite the shimmer of where I've been
I wade through swamps now, where confused groves grow
From beneath the surface, where quiet yesterdays have been exchanged
For violet skies and snakes, I wander here
The beast waits, I ponder her
As sanity fades, I see the world played
On the still surface of lakes, somewhere between
Forests, I hear her name, Gaia, I am coming
I scream, shattering the glass of a dream
I wake, every day
A new fate
Her hand on my chest, I've been here, dead
An eternity, where she awaited my awakening
Gaia, who waded through
My fever dreams, found me between
The massacre of the shore and
The stillness of the world
Somewhere amongst
The call of ravens, the song of the dead
And the walls of heaven, where I had led
A symphony of confession, a song of succession
That dressed me in her presence, and left me
Lying breathless
Beside myself in time, lost between life and
Death, I heard whispered her words, from the mouth of
My own incurable madness
I am here, begging forgiveness
For the trespasses I intend to commit
For the fragments of you I intend to misplace, to spirit away
Quietly, and treasure when I am alone again
I am here, to chase away those monolithic gray
Clouds, to dream the silence aloud
To bring the light down
From your mountains, and burn all you thought
Would never warm you, kindle hearts
To expose the embers that compose you
I am here, I know you.
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