Sep 2020
M Vogel
(et inpaenitens boheme, infidele)
When your worst horrors have come to pass
and you did not die
and sleep is actually a comfort,
instead of a curse
Because dream-themes are no longer hauntings
but instead, flow in and out of consciousness
as random acts of grace
And the death that should be coming
becomes, instead
a replenishment of living cells--
a surprisingly-unexpected regeneration,
this bracing for a Fall that never comes.
Winter is coming,
and this death, has a warmth
that will carry me through
And though the ground will be frozen soon,
there will be no death this year
above the frost line
But below, in what is still warm
there will be a death, that brings life--
encased in fear, yet floating within the midst
of a subterranean stream.. an ocean, of peace
Winter's chill is coming;
there is a strange feeling in me
that tells me, I am ready.
(et inpaenitens boheme, infidele)
When your worst horrors have come to pass
and you did not die
and sleep is actually a comfort,
instead of a curse
Because dream-themes are no longer hauntings
but instead, flow in and out of consciousness
as random acts of grace
And the death that should be coming
becomes, instead
a replenishment of living cells--
a surprisingly-unexpected regeneration,
this bracing for a Fall that never comes.
Winter is coming,
and this death, has a warmth
that will carry me through
And though the ground will be frozen soon,
there will be no death this year
above the frost line
But below, in what is still warm
there will be a death, that brings life--
encased in fear, yet floating within the midst
of a subterranean stream.. an ocean, of peace
Winter's chill is coming;
there is a strange feeling in me
that tells me, I am ready.
bless the beasts, and the children
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