THE DESOLATION
Dream invades my mind like a shadow
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Dream invades my mind like a shadow
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The hunt for hungry hearts foretells my gift:
A vision learned deep inside my skull.
The dusting and defining of a wish –
A warped imagination I forego.
A hundred heads of hell betray my lust
As I arise from ashes, then to dust.
Yet now I choose to focus on the grip
Which bids this solitary soul to Rest In Peace.
I am Mary crouching as I weep beside a bed of wondrous promise.
Fulfillment ravished me – yet somehow I am chaste;
Of bile and of blood I taste.
This holy thing I bear will give me life,
Though doubt again imprisons me like the empty words I whisper to myself.
Here am I, your servant, trembling –
Not so much a victim as a virgin.
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Alone I listen for some evidence of truth
As I stamp out the last trace of light
which lingers on my cigarette.
A surprise conclusion ~ you got me. More pens, more paper, more ink.
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