Confessional #1

I wrote my death,
and upon its wings,
I flew into the darkness,
it carried me
beyond this world
into another.

And yet You seize my body as it passes,
and dilate my eyes.

Here, in the stasis of my life’s closing argument,
You call to me through the split in space and time,
and corrupt my peace, and make me blind.

Romance.

Ties between the self
and another contained isolated spore.
My echo of laughter and of lust,
desire’s burning heart;

You walk through my garden,
and see the mess I’ve made;
since that point of origin
of space and time,
when all things were divine.

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