December 11, 2017

 

Wash away my sins

 
 
 

Wash away my sins

It started to rain and I
 wondered where you
were, Atom.
  Every sickness has a
  Naked language. A
mother-tongue.
  When you come into
 this world, you're not
prepared for anything.
  You're not prepared
  For life, for living, for
  spirituality, for a church
family.
  Gradually you gather these
things
  to you, towards you. You
  accumulate them like buried
treasure or something like that.

   A tear falls off this
cheek. That's the mystery
 of life. In this dream, I am standing
 With Atom in a rain-forest
 Surrounded by space, matter,
 Beast, animal, nature, and
  Here the supernatural speaks
  To me through (man), and
  Woman and doomed child.
  That intrinsic struggle of life.
  My brother, my father, my mother,
  Our animals, our pets. Our
  Dogs, Atom's kitten and the
World speaks to me of love,
Tenderness and vertigo and
I'm falling, falling, falling
  With open arms through

The blood-knot.
The opinion poll.
The years of darkness
That I thought would
Always be there, gone
Now.









Article © Abigail George. All rights reserved.
Published on 2017-08-21
Image(s) are public domain.


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