archaic revival – the last sane moment we ever knew

she has undone herself
since the dawning of time

held down by fevers
and flushed by the forgotten
she began to become
where there was never space before

she unearthed these parts of herself
that were once blackened by time

taken out
uncovered
excavated the arcane

the dwellings of minds door
holds home for the lost sequence of life

once remembered can
shed light to the infinite

she found home
to the wills and the ways of a lost notion

she became
what wouldn’t become

written 2.4.12

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in irons

she loves the ways of the world
that fold underneath her skin

pinned down by time
and kept there for her becoming

she began to become
evolving in her motions
seeing history repeat
and prophecies rein true

the secret notions of would be breaths
poured through her nostrils
seeping out her pores

her essence escaped her
dividing itself

multitude of magnitude
transference of being
her one to the many

written- 1.12.12

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emergent evolution

walls fade
earth’s collide
the unending never shattered
time sold it’s soul to the devil
lies on its back
begging for home

because the sins of the forgotten
have yet to bring forth newer redemption
repenting & receding
but time has yet to leave this wound alone

she believed she washed herself clean
but the severed ties
and severed lenses
sold all time ashore

there was nothing left
but the marks of yesterday
the signs of tests & devotion
the waivered moments of what’s been lost

the price for penance

she changed her view
met newer moments
waited for it all to seep within the soul

the delving of depths
brought her upon newer paths
where the weight of the world
keeps her grounded & fleeting

her visions of a time once lost
kept her transfixed
to a span of moments
that shifted between
what there is now
and what there could of been

she knows the ways of the world
will lead her on
sparked by visions
layered in symbols

tied to a lapse in time
where she exists
but never really is

because her is
shifts like her gaze
transforming at the perception of thought

because what we always were
was once all that we would become

but she is
what she wills

no longer fixed to old memories
and darker nightmares

she’s been skinned by time
sheds the layers
bares her soul to the ether
takes on newer ways of becoming

written: 12.22.11

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