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LADEN
(Ode to my ephemeral muse)

A crescent satellite hovers – stationary,
upon an amorphous outline --
(of a being roused by moonlit
emphatics of a lunar deity)
Nebulous, in his outset
and just as indistinct
in his inception
A stained murk
he just is
a mere…

“ Shadow”
at the
footsteps
of her radiance

Dusk,
seethes when
dawn capitulates the
collision of the moment
Curbed and blighted by gloom
He is enclosed in coalescing shades
between illumination and confusion

He trails paths in the vein of a hearse
stabbing onwards his minds
Necropolis -- Sanctuary of
forgotten graveyards
He freights alone
pining over a
Headstone --

Unheard

The intensity
--in his screams --
drowns within the pretense
Of an up-curve-grin -- A masquerade
Swimming against the ebbing tides of his

Undercurrents --

Billowing depth -- kneeling before a cliff
equally mordant at the mocking stars
Acumen -- whose sole bind is to
trace the polarity of a
shape shifting moon

“He breathes life to death
as Death breathes upon him

…twilight…”

His stellar lamentations
laced with lunacy
pierce like grass blades
onto slit wrists…
(with razor precision
upon his own mortality)

His oblivious neurosis
Seems to be…
heard only by the
evening’s anonymity --

guided by whispered elocutions:
heeded by the.. Unwritten

of the absence...Unnoticed

from a wall... Unguarded
(a fortitude – humbly paper thin)
(nonetheless,, nobly speaks volumes)

...of the fourth man
(woman) on the “cross?”
…at the outskirts of Calvary…
(Unheard of fourth bowing down
from the eminence of a Trinity --
and their supposed theology)

Where maidens mourn over the Stigma
of palms CRUCIFIED at the Rhetoric Cross
mounted on metaphors between
every wounded line and
bleeding pauses from a
crimson NAIL (his quill)
whose ink is…

Laden with pain
As it serenades –
( its only bliss )
the chance to be
kissed by the
glimmer of
her divine

…moonlight!

(Hoping his poetics
Dance verses upon lips
Of a kindred
Satellite Soliloquist)

While he waits for winter to dawn
upon his temperate shore
He utters a prayer…
A plea just like
The one he
cried out --
Eternities
Ago…

“Henceforth, my muse –
I ask of you again
suppurate for me once more…
‘Til your tears and mine
thus again collide in the
pretext of fornication!

..And Laden, my name, further be anew!
Escaping the shadows of my dark optimisms…

Whereto?

...Away

From the

Backward

Steps

of a

Perilous

Edge! "

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