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My internal collapse - dare to stand

Open the mouths, chasms of the forebear’s corpse

The taste of our mother’s flesh, the fading chorus

Embodied the motionless who pause to exhale



Hands severed and hung aligned

Scavenged fragments of the wretched dressed

The nigredo carved upon the forehead with fire

It is legion that hides within. Therein. Herein. Within.

Assembled, orb-less, black mires mourning

Watchers in the wake, carrion choir

Rivers traced upon the ravaged callouses

The crux, the cripple - I, futility, I, futility

Futility

A hammer held by gnarled fingers

The fist of cold stares, the unrelenting

A cry to mass, phantom phrasings

The rise and fall of faith

My other name spoke from within this ruin - and hallowed be…

As I nailed the hands of the many limbed - O endless limbs

Aloft, their palms acknowledged, anointed…and drowning

Odour of sanctity, blessed putrescence

It beckoned the dead man and his burial places

As dyadic yet as I

Transfiguration of melded light

For it is divinity who hides within. Therein. Herein.

There is only all

Wretched in all this glory

There is only I

Radiant in rot