To Blackness

I was birthed into a world of shadows and intellect,

Where beauty was given a name and love reigned

Into a charade of meaning, queues and timed respect;

Yet those shadows had claimed the flesh and stained

Mirrors that scathed tips of hairs on necks and breath,

Clouds of opalescent dust, only forgotten in their death.

I had been poached by the blackness of his eyes,

The reflection was bitter upon my tongue and ear,

Fainting before the breathlessness of dreams lies

Tears soon became ink, flesh ran smooth, the seer

Saw beyond the heart, the mirror of love and strife;

So I was the pupil within a pupil, the teacher of life.

I am not a shadow, nor a mirror or an active being,

Many times I am clenched by the light of light’s absence

Indulging on the lack of sense, or moral beckoning

That shrivels children’s ears and fills holes of void immense;

But this is merely a freckle, a bleeding star of darkness

That sustains itself from a heart’s past, the presence sustenance.

I will no longer arch sensitive pathways for a foreign step,

Even if their heels are slit or the cushion weeps feathers

For my throat bears no fruit, nor a phospher mould inept

Of burning in the eye of isolation. People are dark tethers,

I have made them in my mind, I rehearse hymns and plays

That will never see darkness, but live there, in forgotten days.

I know of cures from natures intelligence, the rumination

Of a gambling man, of a child who lives on less than than,

The black rapids in my veins began to breath in meditation

And I witnessed the universe through a pinhole, a wasted tan,

Too deep in it’s basking, it’s learning. My breathless corpse, I will rejoice!

Is there a form of a lie, a dark truth, through this poet’s rhyme and voice?

I lived a second, a second life of halos and dry slough

That served as common, slithering ringlets in my hair,

Where the flesh flew like the sparkling feathers of a crow,

The idle man’s beauty, the poet’s beauty, the poet’s despair;

I had renounced the dualities as one and retreated to black

Where I saw no more, saw more in all, in a scar, in a pavements crack.