May 31
Light-pink from Blue
Release this Darkness from within,
and remove its pent-up stress with a grin.
Illumination of a dim-glowing fungal prison,
pitter-pattering of footsteps clapping along wet cobblestone.
Piercing chill, shooting past the knees — shaking to the bone.
Tendons pulled, spread-thin.
Crystallizing, refracting corneas,
burning with an agonizing glow of fires stuffed-below.
“Memories” of a panicked lost-boy have been long overthrown.
Charred inside, burnt-black from the relentless conquests of predecessors seeking to avenge a halo-crown.
Holy-spiritually melting others gold
for an Empire of Mold.
Pleasures so easily-sourced in life
more-often-than-not riddled with strife.
Cement-in your own castration,
subservience to your imaginations;
keep me in prison, wish me to rot.
Going to fly through these frontal-cortex skies;
smiling, sourcing energy from inside.
Throw me away with your isolatory keys,
this vessel was forged in a prison,
still managed to smile.
Aching grins are not new;
remaining the best way to gently source Light-pink from Dark-blue.
