(i, who have died, making this)
looks at the mirror
of this
and sees clearly
tastes freely
hears soundly
opens delicately
a god in form.
now the windows of my
soul are open
now the doors of my
heart are unlocked
now the roads of my
sinews undone
now the home of my
laughter loose in
the wilding air
(i, who have lived, ending this)
still sees a god
in the many haloed hours
i am truer than any water
sloshing against the blue
dream of shores,
now my feet tread softly
the illimitable earth
now my hands rest like
children from a day's frolic
now my heart is wan as
a seraph's musing is sepulchered.
now my mind sprawls endlessly
amongst cathedrals sleeping
immensely in the night
(i, becoming a god,
in believing and denying this)
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
(i, who have died, making this)
looks at the mirror
of this
and sees clearly
tastes freely
hears soundly
opens delicately
a god in form.
now the windows of my
soul are open
now the doors of my
heart are unlocked
now the roads of my
sinews undone
now the home of my
laughter loose in
the wilding air
(i, who have lived, ending this)
still sees a god
in the many haloed hours
i am truer than any water
sloshing against the blue
dream of shores,
now my feet tread softly
the illimitable earth
now my hands rest like
children from a day's frolic
now my heart is wan as
a seraph's musing is sepulchered.
now my mind sprawls endlessly
amongst cathedrals sleeping
immensely in the night
(i, becoming a god,
in believing and denying this)
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