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phobic sky
orphic sea
malleable beings
exposed to the atmosphere
can we finally be surfacing?

aliferous dreamscape
living, breathing
particles and waves
sediments that the glacial ice
has carved off the earth
to build their erosion timeline

a memory of us together
collecting stones
touching hands
filigree and shadow metanoia
in the sanctuary where we feel safe

can we finally be surfacing?
The ice is falling in torrents
At the viscera boundaries
Cries of the sentinels are roaring
in cacophonies
Pushing survival beyond defeat
To the Lighthouse of honor
Cry hard my heart
Capitulate not
Your hour in priceless gold assured.
~
Sailing off
To discover destiny
To find fate
Following the blood trail
Of the combatant moon
Until arriving upon
The carnage of
What was once
The new world

~
Time fades away
The wind blows the sand
Into forever
As the clock turns it’s hand
I stand alone in the silence
The tickings gone dim
It’s my quest for survival
And my chances are slim
I’ll take the odds
If it’s all the same
And live for each moment
While the moments remain
Give me the knife of love
That I may slaughter
The rams of sacrifice
On this love altar this bonding night
I will worship the deity
That conquers all
At the darkest dawn.

Though the cup is dark
As the dreg of the night brew
Fill the altar jar with love
And petals of glory in thunder
Will bloom in bloom
With flowers of gold.
In darkness
we protect the light

In blindness
we perfect our sight

In battle
we secure the truce

In doubting
—we ensure our truth

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
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