they warned me never to mumble, fingertip-tap morse-code morosely; never to mangle & mar the monosyllable. and so i silenced any speech.
they warned me to avoid glass, come noontide monsoons. and yet, come their noctem nightmare moon-tide, i'd curl against the windowpane-patch of pale as the storm-sounding swamp snapped moss-slung cypress asunder.
they warned me my body comprised a temple. and they were right: a sempiternal chapel of unreason; oratory through atrophy. and yet, they never understood the love-letters (bludgeoned bruises & bites) woven in my skin.
they warned me never to desire even the monosyllabic moan; never to crave the hurricanical clash; never to desire the wordless-word loveletters of bludgeoned bruises & bites.
they warned me, warned me, warned me. and so i knew i was sacred; and i was, Lord, i was -
but i knew the sacred rite of sacrifice. i knew i'd never bear witness to a dawn in my Dark Night. and so i suffered in my sin and knew my disparition Blessed, if only in the eyes of the ******.