Your Mother of Stone
she walks the earth
her voice undone
up from the depths
wild-eyed and vacuous
as she finds the truth
inconvenient
sometimes inaccessible
skirts the void
dressed in skulls
dangle and clang
from her waist
she dances staggered step
wearing a mask
bleating sacrificial song
enter spirits enter
fill her with your substance
the winged helmet does enliven our discussions
with the leafy green tea
she wanted so much more from you
more than you could give
still you tried
with all your might
and in the failure
I watched you grow
you became the spider of multifaceted dreams
of seagulls that speak in riddles
as they fly on currents of gold
river rivulets of time and space
um, she says
just um
more a grunt than a word
terrified of entangled shrines
drowning in abandon
curious damp happenstance
© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut
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