The Confluence of Less Pervasive Radiance

Jon Nakapalau

That same ghost hymn
sung next to abandoned garden
that we tried to walk past.

You always looking down,
telling me that thorns from a crown
could be found in shaken dust.

And that slow hiss
of ouroboros halo shedding light,
as it choked itself.

But I was so sure...
that this path in linearity
was the way home.

Surmounting all sermons -
how I smiled with each step
past cauterized dawn.

Until tendrils of smoke
rose from the depths
where fallen angels sleep until judgement.

Now I know
it is only when you are lost
that you finally find the truth.

  • Author: Jon Nakapalau (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 9th, 2022 19:17
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  • Category: Surrealist
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