Ballast

Amidst the madness I found myself

Blood dripping like leaking roofs from my fingertips

Pricked by the thorns of your barren soul

Falling in grace upon your eyelids

I circle back to the phases of the moon and youth

Where blood magic calls out to the infinite sky. Energy and perception embracing the moonlight

Casting down upon the beauty of your perfect form

My fallen statue of Rome

My daughter of the Tourmaline sky

Brought down from the autumn night to forge the armor of my heart

And anchor my soul to the depths of loves collapsing walls.