What is this ticking inside of me,
a heart that beats lesser than time?
I feel as though I have departed
into the halls of my own death,
life is but an echo
of footsteps fading
behind my back.
Am I too fat on life,
this trimming of me
is it to rid all but death?
I look into my own reflection
and see the fullness of years
laughing back, as if I was a joke,
yet I am a mere skeleton
of what I once was.
Is it an anorexic mind
trying to shed my own flesh
and spread me into ashless dust?
I was catholic, once
but parted to become something else,
is it that part of me, undernourished,
that feels the rest of me should starve?
Has something died and left me
only to masquerade as a life
where my own existence
is just a shadow cast
upon the ground?
What is this ticking inside of me,
a heart that beats lesser than time?
Ashless shall thee
For a moment
Or forever be
Fair Lady, forsake what has passed
Partake of purification
Walk with me upon love's life path
Into baptism by fire
Manifestation in its touch
Beyond these tabernacles
Desire or lust
To the heart of spirits conversing
Where no spoken word is needing
But yet if
It shall be a gift floating
Like breaths of the songbird singing
Or swallowed butterflies wild
And trails dancing
Lit by starlight smiles
And Spring will nevermore
Be, just one day
Or a mere season
But in sense
Shall be all in one feeling
To bring the bells
The bells of wedding
When wills are aligned
It is time
For exhales to be echoed from the dark
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