I have fallen into my mind.
Tapestries of song speak to me
and my heart grows weary.
They see me, but do not look.
Out of this soil I wash my hands,
but nothing is clean.
A root strangles the roof
of my thoughts, but hope lives
beyond a moment of temporary fodder.
Strife of flight, and descent
into a dark place
You hold my hand and speak to me.
A pool of fears, wrapped in riddles
of my crushed hubris. Kneel I must.
Afterglow of a fire’s bath.
The heart deconstructed
through this inferno.
A vessel lives
A death has occurred.
And a kingdom awaits
