Separated from my voice
I am blues in the night
All melody and rhythm
Sliding on slick streaks over wet concrete
through the acoustic hallways of endless timeouts.
I am desire seeking satisfaction
I am the velocity of sex discharging
friendly bullets ricochet off the sides of their intended target
well intentioned but dangerous nonetheless.
I feel my power.
I marvel at the heat I generate.
If they could harness me I’d light up a city.
Average families of four could live off me for months.
Extending my lonely karmic hand
I grasp the god within me
Cannot deny the doomed destiny of medieval martyrdom.
Grace descends upon my face
I smile within the flames
Embrace the secular saint I am becoming.
My body rises
Transformed from flesh to fantasy
Seared to perfection.
I am become the life giving fuel that sustains my fellow man
my blood but balm to ease our passage through this matrix of collective longing.
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the god within me… love that
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seers of all shapes and sizes gather and in their midst the bone of loneliness blanches
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