Inerrant margins suppress the urge to fly away
To remove from my slumber the penitent
Dregs of reform and mayhem caught in
A beautiful dance like two lovers embraced,
Stretched across a canvas painted with
Treachery and compassion. One foot engendered in retreat, the
Other firmly placed, balancing old with New.
Triumphant and visually impaired, so that thought
Is the only juxtaposition in a tussle of vows to stay humble.
Cascading massiveness, swallowing whole;
Magnificent incumbrance, transcending logic,
Tying tongues and wrenching free the nets of
Confusion, only to catch schools of thought
Fleeing the oncoming tyranny,
Like a tidal wave bereft of brevity,
Devoid of gravity in its majesty,
Towering high; riding sky, like sky riding mud;
Like mistrust placed in the hand of another,
To be shaped, moulded, coerced, controlled; made to
Appear whole and trustworthy. Forfeited,
Misinterpreted, and given voice and seen as divine;
Scudding sky; shuddering mud; thundering torrent; juddering; abhorrent.
Reminiscent of nothing but wasteful hunger,
Lingering like an aftertaste of sanguine Lust; acrimony.
Not this century; not this way; not today. Not now, no-one, no thing.
We shield our minds from the forthcoming
Flood; the blood of ancestors perverting rRreligion;
Decision to be made whole Again;
To bend the register of deception so
That madness is the only option, the only
Salient excuse to feel, to know that All has, was and will be a lie; defiled,
Reviled; a child, a Mother, a lover. another.
Don’t make me bend, don’t make me yield!
I bear the burden, I take your force, your gravitational remembrance;
The deluge of your gUIL(e)T raining down upon me from
Your all-seeing eyes; the skies, the heavens;
No Seven. No mortal quip; no justice; no
Ship to bear me adrift, and away to safe
(H)arbour. No malice borne in mortal seed.
No contempt, no greed. Just need, need
To stay alive, afloat, in the hope that my
Light will be seen in the starlit nudity of
Wakeful desire. Desire to be free, to fly, to see, to hear
To heal, to kneel before no-ONE. To call my thoughts my own,
And be done with it all. Let me continue, let me
Be, to grieve, to bleed on my own terms. To see fit the conditions
Of my journey underfoot. On mud, through sky, cresting the wave
Like a super-scudding hero-in love with life. No mortal masquerade;
Just this little fire-fly passing you by.