welcome to the abyss

she showed up
a few years too late
high on experience
and worn out on memory

time took her away

shes been shedding skins
peeling past layers
raw from revival

she picked up again
in some lost world
found sustanence in the flames
that flickered past her vision
and burned from within

she takes her cues from the wind
and the fractled light
that breaks open each moment
and pulls her to her next

she’s been taken under by memory
and resurfaces through force

she finds her mysteries
coded in landscape
her answers
hidden in plain sight

time teaches us in silence
weaves us through the dark

she was left to bargain with time

watched herself wade in rivers of her own darkness

she found the heavens there
mirroring humanity
with its own rise and fall
because even the stars fall apart
breaking open to teach us through time

she plays martyr to the ocean
and savior to the sun

lover to the fire
and counsel to the air

she takes it in
and becomes her
transmutes it through time

because all she touches
rattles off in vibration
and alters at the seams

her visions seem brighter
after the darkest of nights
written 7.23.12

moths to flames


she watched herself
walk off
to another vision
genuflected to her reflections
distorted her traditions
poured through her projections

she told the moon
to tell her when it was time
he listened
reverently
and cried back to her
about her current state

he said
the secret to time
lies beyond her perceptions
she couldn’t find herself
until she unraveled her mysteries

as with all phrophetic statements from the moon
she knew there were truth in those words

for the moon had witnessed all her various incarnations
carries her history
and holds her secrets

he counsels her in his phases
and pulls her like the tide
a current of words
that pulls her back
to repressed memories of paradise

and visions of her other

he

he will be brought to her by signs
that speak to her in symbols

he too will have been led by the moon

for the moon is the patron saint of all things wild
they always know how to spot their own

 many will be drawn in
 but not all can match her light

<<<<< where burning isn’t  about pain but the sustenance of each other >>>
>>>>>>> she burns deeper still <<<<<<<<

there is a history there
woven through time
one will expand to the other
and bring to each other new light

it will be real if you can feel it

time often tests her
to see if shes ready

the moon tells her to hold on

7.17.12

a true initiation never ends.

she believes we become
these sanctioned versions of ourselves
left without knowing
led to find a way back to memories

home burns without source
she felt there will still be time
to become the unencumbered

because she spells time
like she spells the world

slipped through moments
nonlinear and transcending
flashes of all and nothing
in the span of a blink
that would become the framework for a lifetime

thats how she defined an existence

layered knowledge that became &went
dissolved through breath
gave life to moments
where there was more
to the setup of whats to come

she felt it commune
give rise to her guidance

send her through time

where she would learn to trap the sun
and counsel the moon

because the heavens needed mending
she was a mirror for their plight

she divulged in essence
where there was no ending
just a series of transcendence

written 5.23.12

say grace.

she said yes to the moon
and broke open her own heart
told time to never say forgiven

the world transcends in moments
and slips up in the dark

our horrors are here to send us home

so becoming never wondered
where we would find the dark

seen in series too tied to time
teach me in moments
that abstract the senses
so there is nothing left but the bewildered
acknowledgement of these newer versions of now

I       became            you
an I that isn’t sure what is
but kept on becoming
in spite of its own delusions

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