The Race For Hollow Gold part 1
Dredge away… away into the soul of the gaunt-hearted, from which you dwell
Crawl up into that corner of your mind,
only to find yourself a human
itching under skin at my name,
Click—
AmEliA
The scolding touch of metal, amber beams radiated, wavering in my breath.
Ambivalent how to ignite the mask, without scarring the face yet…
Conviction of the love that you would never be ashamed
doesn't douse the dread,
Still learning primal fear—
stomach lurching, churning, turning, as the ghost of intent pierces me once more.
Anguish whipping my heart-horse’s, chained hoofs pounding—
Sobs shaking my shoulder—my name too scarce to open residence, branded—
—24—
yet… unwilling to leave it locked.
Profanity of perfection,
willing the mask of embers rigidly to chin,
throat—
and smoldering soul—
Coughing out rust-red waves of purpose,
yet uncertain how to write life
void of straight lines of letters
Color indefinite to the shifting eyes of the soul,
in an orchard of overripe truth,
…Truth…
Along the everlasting precipice of earth I dredge,
weighed by the gravity of… of—
north and south —an—
—24—d east and west.
Compass spinning, single stop clock ticking, hollow home* …hollow house
Lost…
Lost walking through a web of words, tentative to take a step into fear’s life once more
Inchoate life and dream, trampled in perfection
Vertigo slithering into the chaos of why—
Watching through my eyes—vertigo strapped in—my feelings whirl in reverse
Rotating…
Reversing…
Inverting…
in whirl feelings
my in strapped—
vertigo—
ey
es
my
through
watch
ing
—24—
Heart dropping down my throat
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