Patterns
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waking moments waged from fevered dreams<br />
Hands alight in the symbolic bewilderment of belief, in solemn<br />
questioning form<br />
Oh, Hallowed Ground, I’ve walked, carefully treaded and spread<br />
rigid snap-brush and clay, covering sacred imprints in the soil,<br />
away from your name, indefinitely surpassed and encircled, brightened<br />
in the holy light of decay<br />
In the spotlight of significance, in pockmarked ritual surveillance,<br />
in knowing acknowledgement and unknowing disembowelment,<br />
in the unveiling of the customized context of your face and name,<br />
I remain humbly detached and gainfully engaged<br />
To the fluidity of text and dampening tone of voice in differing octaves,<br />
offering conciliatory terms of re-engagement and remission, pathways<br />
into the vein’s circulatory regulation of sinful pittance,<br />
carefully conveyed, repurposed denial and compelling in its spite<br />
What is implanted can no longer be connected to logic<br />
or interpreted conclusions<br />
Offer no logical outcome or connection to ancient parallel streams,<br />
other than vessel carrying flow brought forward in open divinity<br />
No remedial rewards for one’s constricted, tethered scope –<br />
there are no shutters slung to slot the blotting light streams<br />
Offer no solemn assurance, gazed upon tapestry,<br />
averse to shades fatigued and enthralled in dot-dashed formation fails<br />
None collected in withered wisdom, or fronts discerned<br />
by elder committees in the face of blunted wits, to mimic far slung eyes<br />
toward id and era forsaken<br />
Offer reconciliation not with the sky, drifted and blue, far away comfort<br />
dripping, chirping in dementia’s rhythm, unseen yet engaged<br />
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