Fit for a King

Was it the visions that told her so?
Told her to see them, to hear them
The main character in her own paranoid play
That part where she leaves us –
Leaves us
Split and broken –
Her mind
Split and broken -

Running wild, bucolic at times
Never stopping until her body stopped
She had babes loving them little in life
Yet teaching them life; after life
She wrote it all down for us to read
Each wild, eccentric, illusionary deed

She was fit for a King, so it’s told
She kept his name, never letting go
Even though she let go

Kept a bottle of whiskey under the sink
For those special times, to help her think
We rested her there in Whiskey Town

We thought it fit
Fit for her, Fit for a King

Her final chapter unrefined
A memorial with none but 4
We who cared, we who could
Who rested her demons – lay them down
Out there in Whiskey Town
Let her be gone, the torment let loose
Into the waters, the soil, the woods

We thought it fit
Fit for her, Fit for a King

Close your eyes, free your mind
Let it wander, back in time
You had a vision of how things might be
You lost your soul sight, and couldn't see

Lets take a walk, relax, unwind
A stellar journey, we must take
Orpheus tells of a wonderful place
Through his pain and love and loss
He left Lyra his harp for Jupiter to toss

When traveling outbound
Toward this constellation and
The measure of light increases
From brilliant to blazing
With no variation
Vega is the destination

It’s out at the far corner of Vega
These are the lands where they are found
Where your lost hope is eternally bound
Your hope is in boxes
Made of incandescent ore
That dangle from glass flowers
Of eighty-five feet or more

In order to reach them
You must hitch a ride
On the wings of the
Cyclopean dragonfly

When your hope boxes
Have been recognized
Dive straight to them without hesitation
Rip them open with firm designation
Pour all the contents back into your heart
Let it course through your blood and every cell
Your soul no longer an empty shell

Coastin off
driftin soft
it seems like the thoughts
just come into to being
to become a loss
of a part
that i wish would
never have started
in the first place
these feelings touch me in oh so the worst ways
feels like ive been tossed at sea
stuck on this **** for hella days
So **** this ship
im over it
literally jumpin into the end
thats deep
where one is to tread water and never fully sleep
until its time to return to the grander skeem of things
why when its hypothesized are we so astrange
thinkin please no i dont wanna leave this place
crying out to whomever
wanting to change the weather
yerning to still feel this face
feeling of togetherness
in this entire being
but it can be misleading
you grow accustom and so fond of
the physical form that your seeing
If i had a choice
I would change my frequency
if only for a short time
to feel none of it at all.