Twelve Zero eight
Twelve Zero eight (2016)
Brought back into existence
From nothing more than the look in your eyes
Telling me it would all be fine
Survival did not seem so meaningless
Truth didn’t seem so hard
The wire we rode didn’t twist or shatter
At least not in the future I could perceive
This was a Hail-Mary
A gross fortress of darkness as last resort
Tragic and devastated this mountain crumbled into the sea
The blackness of the ocean waned and waxed
Drought and flood overtook the heart leaving famine and fire.
I lost the will to go on.
But then something else struck the depression
Manic desperation, the loss of control.
The power rightly inherited uncharged
Nothing else but the ridges and ravines of the bottom.
Squander below long enough and new depravities present themselves.
I commit the obligation unto me.
And I learn something new about my own inner workings
Reaching a periphery of limitation on shame
Reaching out to touch her softness.
Locking on to her natural kindness.
This is not healthy, and I will not drag this phoenix like gravity
I will not be held accountable for an actual innocent.
The splendid goddess of melancholy
The grandiose master witch of the winds
Her destruction ensured.
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2016
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