Everything draws into itself,
as the city floats upon the fire.
Buildings darken and resolve to ashes;
A spectral extract in occulation.
Our minds dwelling at a distant light reinvented.
As Gods, Spirits, and Legions cluster,
and evolve into new myths.
For long and long,
She drifted here in darkness.
Pariah for the violence of her will.
Conjecturing stochastic, strange encounters,
and dreaming of another chance to kill.
Scales break loose and float around her.
A line cuts a bell curve into symmetrical halves;
A tiara bejeweled like the diadems of yore.
Beauty is a regression to the mean.
An answer given by the magic mirror.
Sent to that secluded less in our minds.
Where soul-deep celetial sound summons the silent sleepers.
We were said to be enfolded in space.
Given to us to make a friendship.
Rejoiced as one, we still fall.
I give myself with calm finality,
as destiny tears a gorge,
down the devil's dark selvage spine.
I bow down to accept my fate.
I give myself to the velvet box of attempt.
Locked for all eternity,
I search the armillary of canyons.
I end up looking for an impossible light made of water.
No longer breathing; the shore pecked out of my sight.
There in my stead, something greater to catch.
This light, this scent, could it really be?
Nothing can quit once the body gets wind of Eden.
I stand there in the deep minion of gaping skulls,
with the warmth of love; serene and strong.
