The Elemental's Confession As a Peace Offering
"The Elemental’s Confession as a Peace Offering"
In the moment I lost my head
my hands tied without voice
I wasn’t crucified
I was looking for some kind of
release from the solitary confines
of a confessional habit that was
reclaiming an unknown peace
bare legged, yet not running
with the violins soaring
in a sore heart
I was elemental,
some unknown mysterious being
suspended inanimate
in shades of dark amber
immaculate, impaired and too late
crackling through the cameo potentate
black capsuled and swallowed by bitter smiles
with my precious time drowned
in captured glass, scrying,
peeling back all the layers
a confession waiting
unholy and holy
escaping a small mind
metronomed and pulse
throbbing towards you
telepathically,
my sonar to this day, bleeds forth
encircling your heart
it is where I worship
it is my church
bleeding tired heart beats
like a cathedral organ
pipes smoking, a tortured phantom’s hymn
of an unending time it would seem, within
the brutish Bardo, Vulgate immersed
mind staked in the fire, still,
passionate and burning
disconsolate
restlessly waiting
for your confession
to me,
that never came
to finally be opened
to finally be set free
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"I burned your picture last night
just to see you move.
smoke illuminating
from those flashing signs"
1. Habit
2. Confession
3. Bardo
4. Vulgate
5. Elemental
6. Potentate
7. Immaculate, impaired
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2020
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