Dancing through the Kingdom of Joy
Alone, the rupture had a sentence
A package of unexpected buoyancy
Laid about thy path.
Oh, shame shame the clouds have come
Accept thy fate and look back no more
Forgive each breath you once deplored
Let run deep thy river’s mane.
Stepping aside, a willow tree
Called thy name twice in vain
But on the third day, as time began
A shift in conscience pulled at thee.
Then with a rod of sixfold and reel
Twang at last, the pauper’s gold
Gifting all that had been told
Left alone in a field of wildflowers.
Lilies and my sister’s name.
Leftover intelligence’s silent shame;
Gaia’s ugly hour in tears,
And I am the fears.
I am the whispering remains.
It came and left;
Brought no shame.
Did not add
To my name,
Nor flow with
My bulging ebb;
I didn’t wave,
Nor shed a tear.
A lingering stain.
The worst is it’s only a settling
A magical mist of wonders and witches
Crawls and creeps and slithers in madness
Oh! look out, down Guanlön Road
Pickles and plasters with deceitful tonics
Rattling around in the pitch of black
Left and right swaying the tosspot
Flickering light, down Guanlön Road
And if I should madness that sits upon shame
Follow me tither with unbounded touch
Twixt my fellows, twixt my brain
Rums and the wrackles, down Guanlön Road
I am not the victim
Left hopeless in a pool of filth and inert shame
Sad story and bitter ending
I am not the sufferer
Victim of circumstance
I am not the casual
Head down and walking
I am not the sober
Big eyes and wide mouth
I am not yesterday
A lost wish
I am acceptance