Two of my absolute favourites being incredible together đź’›
There’s a sinkhole in myÂ
soul, like playing the bluesÂ
without bass. There’s aÂ
Heaven somewhere butÂ
nobody manning the patronÂ
gates, and undesirablesÂ
infiltrate its most fertile wastes.
Here I hang in the meanwhile ether,
a place betwixt the in-between—
I remain unseenÂ
even toÂ
mine ownÂ
eye.Â
And thus, I craft somethingÂ
never meant to die, but never reallyÂ
gets to live. I createÂ
to forgive, painstakinglyÂ
consisting of all the self-
destruction immortality’sÂ
made apparent.
I am an enigma, a
mystery even to me—
though I breathe and bleed,
I feel inorganic, unmammal, inhuman;
all encompassing, omnipotent and
beautifully blasphemous, sacrilegeÂ
for allusion’s sake.
So I takeÂ
these loves and give them laughter,
daily resurrections to prepare them
for Rapture the midnights
acquaint,
handcrafted rite of passagesÂ
all my angels can posthumously use
to paint meÂ
legends,
spread a hopeful
message when we
finally acquiesce to thoseÂ
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