Seeping
my spirit person avails
the dark and spiny place
calls my flesh home

Home within an alien form
I am just beginning to call my own

The Spirit changes me
exchanges my Hell and Death
two witnesses with one last breath

I glide into the truest divinity known
as far as I can see
and I pluck out my eyes
in a perfect loyalty
to freedom and the story
of a chosen one
who reforms me
helping my transfigured visions
and revealing a salvation
for the lawless
who have nothing
though they may have something
like a strange dream
within the salvation and melody
of a clean spring

I retract my pen and needle
showing some type of green
singled and doubled in a non-illusionary mirror
that reflects and refracts
everything I hold dear

Making peace by blood
I fulfill my own consumption
that smells like vanilla sugar and JOOP
and my teeth symbolize my own judgment
performing a labotomy as a warlock and witch
when I experience the blessing of Cyrus the Persian
but then again
what can overcome my faith
as a sole victor of the second heaven under God
my entering in
and my soul both wave
metabolizing innocence
into a goal like seed
where everything transcendent breeds
without travelling
because of my inner temple's sanctity

So I mean you no harm
only take me to your leader
because I have risen up
lifting up
shining the light of and to stars

My unconscious equilibrium
of neautrality
and polarity
seeks to reprimand
and comfort all scars

I have satiated my sword
in the heavens
and the waters no longer divide me
for I am established in perfection
and a cross
which I may put down
according to my desire
just as I am chosen

I promise no watered down thing
nor simplicity or practicality
there is no golden rule
or bottom line persay
just the infinite depths
of an intimate and loving heart

I ascend and find all things
I am of old
and at the start
lean into this rhythm
if you so please
find a spirituality
and a life
by losing religion
and the world that feeds on you
for this isn't what you were meant to be