Feb 2018
I am begging for mercy.
There is no voice
for this body lost.
I abandoned beautiful things
before they could abandon me.
Now, full of poison,
I look upon our youngest relics,
and how their naΓ―ve sway
dictates the commerce of the streets,
and I weep, unsure if they or I am lost.
I am begging for mercy.
By your grace, I rediscover
the nails hammered
into my jaw and forehead.
Perhaps you never extracted them
despite my years of folly.
I know you are near.
Like a good lover, you counsel
more sincere than any Wise Man.
Do not be intimidated by beauty.
There are no kingdoms,
no pleasures- only time.
"Reality is the coincidence
of *** and death."
Embrace our anonymous love
and release the healing passions
more ****** than a begging bowl.
There is no voice
for this body lost.
I abandoned beautiful things
before they could abandon me.
Now, full of poison,
I look upon our youngest relics,
and how their naΓ―ve sway
dictates the commerce of the streets,
and I weep, unsure if they or I am lost.
I am begging for mercy.
By your grace, I rediscover
the nails hammered
into my jaw and forehead.
Perhaps you never extracted them
despite my years of folly.
I know you are near.
Like a good lover, you counsel
more sincere than any Wise Man.
Do not be intimidated by beauty.
There are no kingdoms,
no pleasures- only time.
"Reality is the coincidence
of *** and death."
Embrace our anonymous love
and release the healing passions
more ****** than a begging bowl.
The "reality is the coincidence of *** death," line is not mine. I think it's from one of the later Hindu texts, but can't recall which. Just want to get some sort of citation out there.
