To The Heart Of Olympus

 

The reprieve left a trace in the treble of rejoicing 

a voice ascending slightly amid meadows blindly vulpine

designed seductively by hunters and gathered forth the dawn

 

lemon yellow water color bleeding through oscillating an insipid version of your vertigo

the delinquent orphan vitiated outline of a person set aside like sketch

the stains that played the sullen boy into a madman

has summoned the maternal images and translated them as joy

 

I was born a woman and fucked as a man wanting to be a child once again simply to love without restraint

without need to call it property or cage it like a victim

old ideas consecrated to the malady of selfish peace

a lofty pariah shortly thereafter seeking solace in the echoing lie that swept the world in the guise of romanticism

shoeless and small arms crossed deaf to the abandon

we say wane

the devil and the falling of winter rains

the showers fruitful and forthcoming

evil flowers bloom beyond their evil

as they earthquake severing already broken families

 

decades had to drain me before I understood

mountains no more desire to crush me than I wish them good will

leaves in fall

snow in late December

quiet creeks with flowing hair quenching thirsty broken stones

let me always do remember

 

now it has been quite some time  the old ways have tried and tried

 

fare thee well and if you care return a warm good bye

 

and so I go with soft crunching sounds in sand

far and blurring

in the shudder of the golden strand

plead and cry if you will

I’ll understand

I have set my controls for the heart of  the Olympus

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