The Day After The One Preceding

High-rise tombs signal

last rites,

with sacred sites

far gone.

I walk this world

of the Trampled Heart...

The streetlights fall like stars

upon my pale

blueprint

of scar tissue.

To kick inside each

shrine to life

that Mother Nature

has divined...

My flesh conveyance

led me here.

Must have been shook

from a silent inbound charge!...

...as now I'm naked,

on this dock,

while cars screech past,

and interlace...

The cold, grey faces

of each box

stare straight ahead

as if they've fixed

to some illusion

so remote...

...I doubt they know

of the Centaurs' height...

The summit of His

fuzzy scalp,

or even where His true form

dwells...

Is He of Heaven, or

of...well?...

...And, what are we in this

turmoil?...

This eyesore that springs

from black sand?...

High-rise tombs signal

last rites,

with sacred sites

far gone.

I walk this world

of the Trampled Heart...

The streetlights fall like stars

upon my pale

blueprint

of scar tissue.

It is now time to pick it up,

and heave ho...

This is my quest, and

vital right

to outline villians

housed in men,

and find my way

to blessed clearings

which stars ignite, and so

do kin

who unlock charms, and

lay all bare

for Mother Moon

to lastly witness...

Lost babes of glory

drenched

beneath tall branches

who hold their tales close,

until their drawn out

by the stillness

of the night.

©

8/1/20

Bunny Villaire