Our Lady

my mind opened revealing a sudden gallery of brilliant patterns a canvas being viewed from afar amid a certain necessary unlived feeling i'd marvaled beyond infamous gazing filling the emptiness why i began to master thought finding myself somewhere over the greenery pastures of soft calm waters being poured over my flesh as i beckoned calmness i suppose as my feet settled apon smooth stones that covered the entrance as ivy climbed reaching a sullen sounds of purgatory silenced delivered a ravishing draught a fasting created within my whither spirit gently i walked through st patrick's garden gate while mercy and kindness deminshed discoil and hate