Tower

Poised in perspicuity

initiation begins at the tower

Head filled with spirit,

all else put into a tomb

Light shatters the skull

augment reception

the way is open

The calling crane,

nearing

celestial omens hurling through

seize the influx

Do not sit while weeping blood courses down

The biting speech and hidden meaning in obstructions

are but oracular pronouncements

to step into the great stream

Vessel, winged

Diminishing sun

for fertile moon

Every black stroke

and drowning void

deepening libation,

liberation

internalization

of the divine

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The fervent grasp

Of wild stirrings

How the smallest seed of fancy

Can spring in heinous desolation

Root hell deep

And grow to tallest tower

Breaking everything beneath

A fantasy takes flight

And myth is power

Nothing holds tighter than

The scream which shreds from inside

Oh these sorrowful delights

in agony perception sharpens

To its heights

Oh beauty blinding - it comes and it kills,

This inertia is whats real

See what was,

Beyond the comfortable still black,

Overwhelms

Overwhelms

Overwhelms

Fate & forces

So untame

And everything feels

Far too beautiful when

It stirs up and erupts from

This faeloric pain

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Venture into the heart of forest deep

where intuition, devotion, breath all meet

She belongs to nature

Inside a cave, at every step

without escape, the caverned walls become her skin,

pulsing with the magnitude of sorrows, solidified,

layered by the brutality of love,

of tearful prayers sealed, unanswered

She finds her sword impossibly stuck in stone,

and here alone, in solitude, she must make her home

Lady Portia,

cover her compassionately,

and if life remains mysteriously unkind,

root and wrap her by the healing vines

if rain will ever downpour, let it be cleansing as it is heavy,

enlightening in its mourning

Every petal and butterfly wing soft between her fingertips

this pain portal, this fertile void,

will always delicately hold her wild irrepressible soul

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