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Sunday, April 7, 2013

Black Bough / Judgement Street / Rest on your Knees

What dreams may inflect this draining 
Agenbite of inwit?
Parallel courts strung along the endless wire
Inside the dancing tornado 
Of the inward bound.

Fractions of a second start to mend
Start to propel the second hand
Oblivious to her caution 
The reign of starkness on my behalf 

Inward through me, the wistful wind. 
Reign of starkness...

The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Petals on a wet. Black bough 
See without judgment the mask hiding blame
Tears, though sometimes imperative...
Lose all meaning without something to believe...

Given more pity... won't save you from yourself.  
Won't save you now.  

...

Judgement street. 

Wet cobbles link these turns in the fog.
Reeling inside yourself.
Down the staircase,
Red painted dark rooms.
Deserted low hum.
Broken glass bottles and a circle of 12 red candles 

The dark star.

Portents of this coming.
Knife flashes and a smile is revealed.
Feel these cold medieval chains.
Inside black lit dungeons 
Shackled inside the cage
Fading memories of light dissolve
Onto ripped banners pronouncing guilt 

Screams awake the silent cachapony 
Rendered weight lifting off the tips of the body
Rising, levitating mass
Limp signs reveal the ropes noise
Flashback echoed of swinging portends 
Black birds crawl silent as night infinite  
Fractured on the blank bible

...

Rest on your knees.

The horror shinning through moonshine light
From the body- cover the face
Black hole eyes are portals to you in the gaze
I linger on into and beyond for myself. 

You speak as though no one ever tried but failed
To abandon everything that makes you feel safe 
To abandon your only rule
 In your time of need...
No pressure would amount to silences 
No candle in the void of darkness 
None would rest in the half-light of right and wrong
Of cancers and of life in good health 
I struggle to believe that faith is making sense 
I rest on my knees... but find the rope still hangs at both ends

See without judgment the mask hiding blame
Tears, though sometimes imperative...
Lose all meaning without something to believe...

Given more pity... won't save you from yourself.  
Won't save you now.  

I struggle to believe that faith is making sense 
I rest on my knees... but find my heart still mourns 

The love that aches...

What dreams may inflect this draining 
Agenbite of inwit?

Alec Wildey (Italics) & Trevor James 

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