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By Baby Rose Date: 2007 Sep 26 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.26.12.27.32112]] |
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Mine eyes search desperately for that hint of color mixed amongst fields upon fields of ebony roses, but my pupils have spread to coat the iris until I collect shadow like the ocean hoards crystal salt. Conjure for me love, the clear running rain, cold and pure to wash away this darkly hovering sin, for it swallows me whole, an empty reckoning from an empty past. No other can lift me out of this deeply dug hole in the center of my deeply somber world, so pallid is this flesh, as if bone and skin are one and the rivers of wine have dried to deserts, vast and wild without a single sandy grain to cover it's floors. Can any being see me now, down this low, where even the stale air makes no sense of me. Let your love lift me high again, where shadows only dwell in the imperfect seams of gold, until the unbound wound of earth is healed and my spirit is whole and wrapped warmly into yours. Free me from this pitiful form of existence so I am redeemed and my eyes see pristinely into yours once more. Free me from my broken home... |