chapter 2 : grandchasm
28 dec 2019 / 12:28 pm
segue : into the mistress’s quarters…
So this is her domain. Warm walls and witching switches lay siege to my defenses and i forget myself.
and it will start
when we’re overwhelmed
it can grow from seed or root
a patchwork quilt in fall
thoughts drifted and I was no longer in control
I’ve been sowing these rows since before i learned to till the soil.
my breathing still aware, but soon forgotten
In the midst of my mystery, the stampede came.
It was a bitter harvest that season, but at least we were reaping. I’ve known only weeping since.
And so she can have her way with me. It’s been too long since i’ve lived among the virile and i need my fields to feel violated again.
This feeling is not unlike that afternoon on the floor of the place we called Shrine.
Our hovel, our halfway house, our moment of death. The day dissolved and we could taste the divine.
In much the same way i am melting into her.
Curiosity begets conviction as our messes mingle.
My quest has found its purpose, my plight another angel to serve.
I think we just crossed the line
nowhere to go but down.
Echoes from another night, another floor.
This one was no mistress, though her walls were still warm.
She was the one who helped heal the harvest so the invaders could know their trampling wouldn’t stop us.
Her chasm grips me and i can let go. This feels too right to be wrong. If this is what is, then i’m all in.
you know where I am
reliving time
songs on shuffle
After the purge, our steps were slow.
Climbing out feels nothing like diving in.
We kept ourselves busy with reflections and fantasies.
That march would lead us to a delicious sunrise, but then you remembered Tuesday while i had forgotten, and before the moon turned you were gone.
the mileage not much more than a waste of it
need a step back, it’s easy to deceive oneself
And as i lay here slaked and lathered, i open one eye and can taste my poisoned fruits.
I’ve labored hard for my angel and this feels too right to be wrong.
If this is what is, then i’m all in.
you know where I am
reliving time
you know where I am.