Dare I speak of that which
Numbed me so?
Dare I think of what wasn't?

That I felt the hand on those white sheets Soft, informal, yet cold as snow
I felt the last, and expected yet more
In me.

And when the font was taken The diamond ripped from the vessel
I thought only of my enlightenment, but

My hand continued to holdThis husk....

Every night I look across the road
at the little man with the gun
His coat melts into the shadows
His eyes glint in the street lamps.
sickly yellow pools of light.

Out of something, now
i was nothing.

With chilling Precision
I was cloven, shorn, sliced,
unchosen.

i was frozen in a scream.

want to be free.

In despondence,fire of my soul
Quenched by ice in my heart

Light which rejoices on being seen.

God's perfect creation?
did I see myself with
resplendent beauty.

The cords loosen I
sink down, waves
Crash upon me. Thoughts
float freely, each fleeting
diminishing

So then did I feel that weariness at
Its zenith.
the binding of life fell away,
almost entirely.

Jagged edges gouge,
Cutting bone,

My feet freeze, numbing cold
Shocks,