Sounds-of-my-silence - The Sounds Of My Silence

How can I cope with the shame of this perfection? My unstoppable force meets your immovable object The sacred pulsar pings off my dead ventricle walls Consuming fire, cauterize my heart before I die a thousand deaths by smoke inhalation. The good Lord left off your allergy labels WARNING: CONTAINS THE UNIVERSE And your stars aligned with mine though you know not who you are You are Castor and I am Pollux You are justice and I am praise And what looked like the Fates' collision course Was an ill-fated skew line Eros striking us with different arrows Cast down but forsaken Verboten but not forgotten Symbiotic but not uniform You will never know how I die daily at your altar Though I paint the night sky with my blood. Now we see through a glass darkly And though never face to face Your smile is worth the sacrifice.

The first thing I’ve ever made in GIMP: “The Sekhmet Dialectic” - needed to process some spiritual concepts artistically. 

Magma

I’ve made it to eighteen leagues underwater Climbing higher But drowning beneath mountains

Breathing is dead to me Lungs accept only air And you provide only gravel

There’s not a noose long enough to dip its knot this low So my spindle claws can grasp its fray Seize its mass, and palpate over its bristles

Gravel cares not who I am It assuages stomach and throat with streams of dawny pills To alter my sense of color

But even under miles of quartzite Coarse amethyst Fractured glitz of oppressive perception

The surface of this ocean’s glassy clear I haven’t seen the sky But I know it’s evening hue is made for me