METAMEME

Tried peeling back the faces from the masks I kept w/in & it left me broken, a mind twisted by the fevers of what if & the enduring sensation of being elsewhere. There was a lie alive that night & we were both caught up in a web of brilliance, a compulsion we could not challenge, instinctive, karmic, & heretical. It's not complex, love flies in the face of logic like a faerie in open sunlight, and wings etched in gold. You can hear them @ play in this Age of Reason when their songs crease the autumn & leave it folded in upon itself, collapsing slowly into sleep. We listen, drink elderberry wine, & give thanks for the last chance @ redemption. I grasp @ her essence as she staggers, takes uncertain steps across an uneven floor while tracing her laughter w/ elegantly poised fingers, & she subtly kills the silence. I long for perception beyond these five fragile senses that I may taste her voice, see her inflections, & experience the core of her radiance w/ which she floods the room. As we stare @ each & every pause of breath, her first suggestion rings the guard rail & she crushes the past into a pill & we're talking now, hit hard left of center, strung way out into otherwhen & whywhere, lost, two ghosts in passing & no torches to guide us back. The light grows dim as hours burn past our foggy eyes, thick now w/ experience & the flames echo in response to our retellings. It hurts, it burns, she is bruised & torn, she is alone & she is tormented by bitterness & the intimacy of the fist, cold in her rubble of shame & how could he have done this, & I am the last to know of these distractions & I am a shoulder to cry on, to lie to, to fall into, for loss is pure & pain the true test of desire. We live & die by the myths we create. Her Anarchy Brought the salve crush the soul subvert the courage the coarse hold her down surgical break, retorn stitches pop flesh peels back what, why you drain the putrid, the pestilent the processed present your heat to the floods of drainage the blood of a blasphemy sacrificed torn out squeezed dry lie back lie down she outstretched plucked, stole snatched created w/ senses intact... androgyny her handicraft influx of daftness she closed out shudder up. Her Heresy shall? Why not? Between perhaps sometime & fucking now The blessed remorselessness a relapse to grow stature first fist as always frustrated & overrated she blocks the doorway w/ her mind claws her figure out of flesh sculpt dress onto maybe now or never sure she claws back through time stole her freeze from moments past, tossed away throughout I gleam the silence, frozen behind her the crushing of a night one moment of indecision the certainty of her stance burning down straight into the plot of her eyes glance twilight falls between us, drips shadows shudder, struggle, subvert... her Entropy she knows more than she claims so she claims, so I hear her belief rages sullen, proud. Regal gallows humor this black Earth is both her curse & her vengeance she knows us, bleeds our trust in consecration escape of the meaning of dreary contemplation ritual thrust, pull, touch, hold, close nor foiled conception or fever perception. her anarchy nature rebels a throwback to a timeline spent primordial she was. all rites reversed (k)99 reprint what thou wilt thee zen werewolf