Archive for January 27th, 2010

The Worm called Ouroborus

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

Doth thy hunger seek redress
In
Sub­tle Death?

Con­sum­ing essence
best left for
Children’s innocence?

Wouldst thy shed skin
And life
for
a but­ter­flies
Errant Path?

Dance to a falling leaf
in Autumns pain?

A drunk­ards folly
in muted scream?

The flayed skin of truth
Cry­ing imag­i­nary sin?

Would it be
The Die
Rolls
For purpose?

That the Ran­dom Gods
Do so shud­der
at Happenstance?

Would it be the clenched tear
Finds
res­o­lu­tion
In
Linens gen­tle catch

Eat not thy Tail Ourbo­ras
Seek truths gen­tle caress
Let her dic­tates
love you

Seek her embrace
And know
The truth
of pain.

Wouldst thy tail
be
An
End
Unto
itself?

No use for dreams

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

Paltry things
Mere wisps
Ten­ta­tive ten­drils
A swirling mist
Of half remem­bered lies …

Truth has a harder edge
No mis­taken its cut
Deep.
Blood flows mer­ci­fully clean,
A flow that beats in rhythm to the heart
Always the mas­ter.
Pound…pound… pound­ing…
Despite the souls pain.

A rich dichotomy
Con­tra­dic­tion a relief
More days behind
Then ahead.

Embrace the sun­set
The dark of the moon­less night
Casts no shadows.

Light hides.
Till morn­ing cries

“Release me from these false binds!”

A soft wind caress the som­nam­bu­lant trees

The sky cries a gen­tle rain.

Wash­ing clean false dreams.

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