Take pause in this reality
Where silence is a climb into the long dark halls of yesterday
Where vanity is dead and the never changing is a pair of lips against the ever changing
Into the decorations of scattered thought and endless worry
At the tip of madness, there is freedom in the first step
Out onto the invisible stretch of love
With its blood soaked knots and hieroglyphs burned into bone
Seeing, feeling, becoming
I am alone with thoughts of your truth and war
And what it means to swim in the decadent current of your mind
A place with no veil
To walk without mirage
Always in the ache of new new knowledge
Caught in sight and synapse
Breathing salt in hallowed days
Satiated in mountains of drowning
Now and in other lives, it is love
It always has been
It always will be
These shadows and their absence
Keep me in the rising moments of my pulse
Where revelation is your silhouette
Every exhale on the glass in the distance of my aching memory
All that I want is somewhere else and I am here
In the lack of light, hoping death is on your tongue
Blood is new scripture
Skin of sun
Your bloom is the afterlife
Your consciousness
The only spoken language of wanted dreams
I am alone with thoughts of your voice and power
And what it means to give into the tidal waves of waking light
A birthing into more than what I was
To be unrecognizable in winds so far from tragedy
Always in the temple of forming
Clay rebuilding in the soft reign of affection
Seeking peace eternal
Sifting beauty from the rubble
Now and in other lives, it is love
It always has been
It always will be
In the den of my memory
There are paintings and stories of where you've stained me
Left markings that are somehow old and new
Scribbled plot-lines along my veins that are exodus and sanctuary
Vibrant are the retellings and same olds
The dampened walls of comfortable resting places
You've spilled the color of life and death
All is in the marrow
And time travels along the middle distance of our breath
Belief becomes art
And my head is a church on fire
Engulfed are the places built to not forget
Kept in the most sacred of caverns
You
In the kiln of my soul
There are artifacts and formations of where you've touched life
History is far away and always happening
Illuminated are the dark matter crevices
The hidden echoes between now and never
You've given copious breath to the fire
Nothing is empty or lost
And days collect in the heat of electricity
Moments become forever
And my head is a hallway of adoration
Etched in the places built to not forget
Kept in the most sacred of caverns
We
Consecrated, the graves of former tragedies are now safe passage
The weeds kiss our feet
And the grass and dirt carries us to things yet buried
Distances no longer far away
But here in the slow light of today
Ground as fertile as rain in passing clouds
Loud whispers cascading down
With the rhythm of new life
The sap of injured trees
A soft crawl to earth
Not cursed, but alive
I am alone with thoughts of your skin and flame
And what it means to melt into the ocean water around your body
A cure to my humanity
To become the entirety of nature you exist in
Always in the air of your lungs
In the tender recesses of your heart
Against you in quiet hours
Listening to the incantations you trade with the moonlight
Now and in other lives, it is love
It always has been
It always will be