Anthem
Created | Updated Aug 31, 2005
Today I inhale deeply this dust of my own delusion.
And my mind splits open, scattering its seeds and petals and precarious prayers all over this liquid orange sky.
Today the honey-sticky wasps prowl along mine inside arm, and their sting is the needle, and the scars inside my veins are infused with some kind of extraordinary anthem.
This is my anthem.
And I crave only pattern. Only sugar. Only you, and azure blue. Only that the stitches don't break too soon, leaving me floating on an ocean of foaming light - too light, too white light for all these scattered anthems of my archangel night.
Yes, this is my anthem, and may I forever walk barefoot through the canyon that runs along the fracture of my broken, shining heart.
Helen August 05 Greece
And my mind splits open, scattering its seeds and petals and precarious prayers all over this liquid orange sky.
Today the honey-sticky wasps prowl along mine inside arm, and their sting is the needle, and the scars inside my veins are infused with some kind of extraordinary anthem.
This is my anthem.
And I crave only pattern. Only sugar. Only you, and azure blue. Only that the stitches don't break too soon, leaving me floating on an ocean of foaming light - too light, too white light for all these scattered anthems of my archangel night.
Yes, this is my anthem, and may I forever walk barefoot through the canyon that runs along the fracture of my broken, shining heart.
Helen August 05 Greece
