Release…

Spare me not from summer’s burn…memories alive underneath my skin

I am but a flower trying to bloom in winter’s end

…a life too late to live

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an unraveling and eating dust of dying light

I see it now

colors of evidence

screaming goodbye

I am slit and fading

drained

quickly becoming a no-thing

everything I feel

I can’t speak

there is no language

designed of this world

to speak of me

I am unraveling

a pile of disheveled threads

and slip into death

another pointed star

embedded in my heart

a burden bleeding

staring at the edge of love

eating dust of my dying light

settling in cracks

and the jackals pace…

smelling my decay

waiting for my last breath

 

 

if anything, it is a beautiful dream…

I am uncertain I have that vision of possibility
my jaw feels numb as I consider every random bit of me
I blow the incense dust from my keyboard
how did it settle here?
Should I cover my eyes
my mouth 
my heart 
in perfumed smoke
would that make me sacred enough
beautiful enough
to fit your kingdom
to be open inside
you 
I feel at this moment so very
ANCIENT
and missing
components 
a keyed realm so far off
pretty & glamourous
and perhaps you have realized this all along