Maybe this lifetime,
Maybe past
Haunted,
Hung
With a mighty,
Wretched remorse
Hiding,
So long
In the shadows
Of fear, blame
Rage

So laden with earth
So heavy in bones
These black sooted sacks,
Cradled in calcium
Darker than night
Choking on ghosts
Real,
Imagined,
Protecting their Queen

Knocking,
Always knocking
This seemingly impenetrable
Choosing

And the sacred
Inspiration
For the gift of this fire
Encumbered
With dense preoccupation,
Embittered
In it’s breath
Morbid
In it’s giving
Guilt swinging
From it’s neck

Woken to the rattle
It’s form
It’s command,
With great distraction
To rise,
Here now

We have known this long

Conversations
Have been many
All of whom refused
To cease

It takes just one
To wholly be heard

And,
With salt water awakened,
Years lost
To the sleepy eye
Dissolve
In cellular mystery
As love witnesses
The crippling secret,
Sodden with blood
Drenched in guilt
Buried in grief,
Laid bare on this table

Revelations, all those
Revealed
The heaviest of burdens
The darkest intentions,
Inviting charge
Dimension
Poise
Life

Take these lungs
They are now
Forgiven
No more
A being that runs
From the weight
Of this sorrow
No more to sit
At the alter
Of shame
No more
These hands
Too dirty
To hold

The past lies behind
Our mourning,
Deceased
We see
No further request
For investigation

To this solemn investment,
Farewell

Only a prayer
Remains
To the pulsing beat
The most precious organ,
As joy
Captured in laughter
It’s glorious anthem
Unfolding,
A flame graciously
Ignited
For the carriage
Of this soul,
Turning in it’s carnation,
Be forever limitless
In amongst Earth’s wisdom,
In this naked
Magnificent dance

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