ATEPHILIA
In waking dreams, I traipse over
a bridge of fire to
bleeding earth, once a shrine to
birth, love and laughter.
Life tarries in forlorn fragments,
its vestiges creep
into verdure that deigns to strike
root in mouldering,
forsaken, unwholesome hollows.
Here, where a hymnodist thrived,
I shall expend my
hate in solitude until the marrow
bursts through my
bones and no more pain remains
under my skin.
Your fraught silences ricochet off
this soul passed into
decrepitude. Its epicentre lies light
years away, far from
your maladroit parsing, your blade.
Time and Light are your masters.
Heaven's own
histories are written in blood. Our
dark legacy shall
reverberate down the ages, fresh
pabulum for posterity.
This bovarism that cements your
sinew and bone
shall not be consigned to flames.
It drips over the
rim of our universe into another.
You execrate improvident Fate,
blunder around as
a displaced star from unknown
dimensions.
And I plumb my deeper memories
interred in wholeness, yet elusive.
© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum
Image: Klosterruine Eldena
Source: en.wikipedia.org
Artist: Caspar David Friedrich
Artist: Caspar David Friedrich
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