Entrance

To smother is in itself to live
To denounce ability for the sake of stability
Curling into the fetal embrace from whence we came
Delving into the freedom of a hastening departure
To the meeting of one’s own immortality

Sear upon the stones . . . intimate indulgences
A congregation of stolid looks
That wretch with escapades of delusion
Timeless melodies breathless with pagan laments
Tearing the bonds of worldly transgressions

As night weeps exposing its lair
The tired, huddled emotions of want
Cry out their beckoning desires
Wholly filled by death’s waking moment
A fortune in childish bliss demeaning none into ethereal existence

. . . a grave blanket . . .
Placed upon a tortured mix of soil and rock
Taking root to that which we are all bound
In universal harmony exposing our very souls departed
Breathing a life reborn from mortality


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