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O framed, grace fall - broken, forgotten

Where depths erode God’s hand

The grime, the coarse, all the vile

I sup the bile of man

I bathe in the waste of man

Gleaming eyes through filth

Of Caravaggio scorning

Fading, a bowed ray of light

Memories in halo, to paint away this mind

Walls of shadow, wells of sorrow, they call my name

Pallid vessel

Gnarled, arched, and true

Cynosure, the poisoned arrow

The brush, tendrils of mine

Reaching, composing, violating

All my blessings…

Of mortar and mould

Nails trace their cold faces

Upon weary stone stares

The art of my haemorrhage

A portrait to this dolour

Tetraptych, these walls

Panels loom limbo

The endless forms of suffering

Smothering...

I, enthroned... Dethroned

Where this existence belongs

I sit, I breathe, I wait

Upon this mound of bones

The gallery stares

I am home

I am home