Path of the Mouth

She slips and falls to ruin on her sword

That once in search of wisdom cut her path and sought

Through malarious fetid wisp-lit mires and

Mirages of the mind so keenly wrought.

This airy prison floats on love of mind

And thought. Keen reason lifts its clouded towers

Aloft beyond the Throne of Dirt of those

That roll in ignorance.

But warriors all who fell will tell

Twas by their own hand was fate dealt.

All weapons forged and fought be lain

Upon their wielder's breast when slain.

Repeat! Repeat! Repeat to madness!

Back to darkest blackest darkness.

Repeat repeat and drill that whirling logic senseless.

Spin until you stagger senseless!

Senseless!

Racing heart pounds out relentless

Over here just out of sight

Where something somewhere dimly glows with fluorescent subterranean light.

Flick your switch, to it attend

By that scarlet lantern lit descend

Into Medusa's lair. She's waiting,

Baiting...

Seductive in her writhing there.

Primeval glare in sharp emittance petrifies to stone all thinking

Coiled snake induced to rise again

To bore a well into your spine and drink deep of the gushing pain.

Drink the sap that pulses forth girl!

Take it deeper! Expose the bone!

Erupting in orgasmic quaking

Lightening smiting down the Tower.

Fuck the pain! This plastic pleasure here and now

Is panacea...

...she feels it deeply as it fades

To faint and mist-veiled recollection

Now lost as if it never was.

Now hazy wistful sad reflection.

Distant shores.

Cold dejection.

Echoes. Tremors. Belated pain.

Legs still raised in skyward gesture

Unknowing as to its true measure

Extra-induced inflamation

Pappess points in benediction.

So was it sacred in its end

When you it smote and laid you bare?

Your desires and shames and secret plans

Your constructs and your fantasy?

Clear for those with eyes that see.

Did you wish upon this shattered star?

Upon your own catastrophe?

These holes she holds,

They hold her fast in shifting arid seas of thirst

And lightly grasps that hollow phantom tight

In empty fingers. Voiceless lips so pursed

To teach a stark and silent screaming lesson.

Listen out for its inception.

Sowed as it was just underneath the field

Death waits on Saturn and its malefic yield.

Such sharp uncomforts stir deep waters,

Whose swelling waves reflect the moon

As soundless words and glyphs emflamed

That shift and linger quick

Then glow in fading gloom.

See them sing and shine unheeded.

They could mean so much to you alone.

Rose tinted fetters chained to deepest blackness.

So lost without that hieroglyphic stone.

Did you ever gaze upon your own face from the pool reflected?

Did the dream so clearly seem as real as dreams can dream-like be?

Whose was that light you saw that shone in eyes of countenance unfamiliar

Inside this moment, shimmering out, the suns light centered in the Living Tree?

No telling can cause the mind to grasp

The etheric form of this so leech-like ghast.

Fed fear for fear to breed and feast

Upon us denser beasts. And us?

Still slaking thirst with sand and razor shards

And taste sweet blood ecstatic as it drips

To suckle darkling cygnets at our chests.

(Such mockery!)

No selfless pelicans are we that feed

Our young from self torn wounds upon our breasts.