Epistle Iii - Wishfully Sinking
(I)
I am the vessel of flesh
the libertine lecher
heaped in the ash of
Mosaic burnt offerings
I search for a lifeline
with both eyes
entombed,
wishfully sinking
in my antediluvian covenant
(II)
I am the fumbling fool
whose wiry,
pale porcelain hands
drop the half-empty chalice
freckling the fractured
Basilica floor
with sanded scarlet silica
a penitent reflection of
my own
self-contained fissures
(III)
I am the universe
muzzled by my
mechanical singularity,
immobilized by darts
dripping in dopamine-laced toxicity
puckering my neuroplastic
wiring into a slipknot
swaying like a pendulum
brushing the edges of
the straight-jacket
holding me back from
rekindling the sparks of
self-destruction
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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