Sordid is He







It falls upon his skin with a vision implying instruction
When it poured it went black behind unwilling lids
A flash that lasts too long

Who is it that haunts the waking hours?

Each greeting image growing vividly deranged
I’m questioning the everything
Why need I comprehension so far from me

Estranged into his minds eye

Frustration with no visible end
Aimlessly searching, a crazed impossible mission
To grasp imminent torture

Examination of powers that be

A broken spell or a goddess gift
Gateway to a plain a terrain of lucidity
Dreaming of red ribbon, relevant and symbolic

Black silken entity reflects from needy hands
pulling down below an ebony sky into
flesh filled ground

Sudden eerie calm

Approach of sacred day
 blessed be the hour of life
Pouring into him shifting
 An ancient passage rite

With avail on the rise
Stealth  us into the night
Longing the trek
Cradle him close, binding our trust
entwined into knots,
to perceive and cure

Unshield his vision
Allowing for sight
unite his perspectives
enlighten his life
  

Created on ... July 21, 2004