it is hard to argue

Cornerstone

with what works, with comfort, with pleasantness,

utopian dream touched.

the alternative? of nightmares, bed ridden

crippling finances, crippling mind, seems obvious

it is a curse, a damnation: heaven has been offered.

easy to digest, the sound of jingle bells,

a reindeer takes off – into rainbow colored skies,

made real. nothing is contested

till the sky rains red. purple, angry smoking coals

and the hope is that such horrors never

be visited.

the fates they halt, nyx stirs in her dreams,

a ruse is punctured: a material world filled with holes.

or does the sky remain forever blue?

come night, the darkness appears, languid

soft,

she walks steadily, unafraid

consistent to earth’s heartbeat,

she comes to take what is hers, the fates beckon,

the strings, the cords are gutted,

then dolls and golds they shimmer, dim, drop silently

like night awakening.

forgotten darkness, darkness

does not forget. forget the light. light mirrors the sun,

a false sun.

hope springs forth, like a gushing river, a dam broken down,

and all life embrace, run, drink

from hidden wells suddenly come alive.

forget the night,

dark mists swirl, like patterns inside your heart

waiting to be pried, opened, discovered.

the light dims,

fight, cling, yearn: a soul unable to fathom

death, fire, ice, heat, a solid circle gets erased

before fully formed. the soul fragments, sputters, stutters,

as comfort, ease, pleasantness, so very smooth

is the knife that cuts

the heart. dark swirls, mist igniting

burst into flames. the light no longer saves.

night is patient, night is languid, night is calm,

light sweetens,

it only goes so far

a little more

coiled spring, nyx

does not hurry nor bargain. snaps.

then dust speaks: cold, dismal, fiery, adamant, spooky,

lamenting, truthful, hideous, tendrils

form in the mirror. i know you spoke the reflection

now on the other side. i’ve lived as you. chasing clouds. while

my heart weighed down,

heavier,

and more solid

than light,

a circle complete. when night pried my illusions apart.

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