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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the first requisite

blackened sky’s
darkened by night
or is it a souls depart
our gods have died
slowly
one by one
the eternal end
of a vision of beginning

the times have past
as we lay ourselves to rest
the old versions of being
she clung to for so long

this road widens
embarking on the present
there is no room left
for the stories she held too tightly to

she makes her way from an old divide
resurrect a newer version of life
a souls saving
from moments that were buried in time

she lingers on
past to present
haunted by time

it all slips away
in these newer forevers
take the time for loss
the shedding of an hour
lost among a new will

she sets the terms
self determined limits
imposed in mind
its all created
it can all be abandoned

the lessons lie along a divide in vision

she knows there are ways forward
she can find her way home
if only she lives in the current hours of time
no more layers to hide behind
no more visions of never

burned from a past
that follows her
but knows no limit to its unfolding

the undetermined paths
knows no ending
two fold vision
of the way out from below
the will determines time
and what will be left till her end

she sees forever
but fades in and out from the road
forever fading
and then forgotten
she looks for a new way to roam

written – 11.18.11

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