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Simultaneously manufactured and miraculous. A conscious masterpiece standing before the mercy of time.
How many people came together to see you completed? How much time and labor and sweat and toil did they give to bring you into their world? How much must they have found joy and purpose in trusting and sacrificing to something as beautiful and overwhelming as you? You, who meant so much to them.
Your brilliant, proud creators,
who designed you to suffer like no person could even comprehend.
Who sculpted out a destiny for you more fearsome than any Hell they could imagine.
You are both cell and prisoner.
Oh,
to sink down in the tower and weep
as the fury of Her pain rips through my flesh
and the weight of her despair takes me under
and leaves behind my bones
like her false stones, forgotten on the shore.
Would She hear my prayer, or does She sleep
Far beneath the sand and seaward thresh?
Did her sisters tear her forever
asunder
could she be made less alone
if I followed her to be forgotten, another memory deplored?
Oh,
To dunk my head into that reddened stream
and float in the tunnels beyond the bounds
where the lost ones linger, and mutter, and
wallow in their past
and speaking without hearing,
forever stuck in another time.
Would I wallow too, stuck between the world and a dream;
Only by the next new trespasser to be found?
Would I join them to murmur and muse and idle while I rasp
Drinking it, always fearing
made too a prisoner of my mind?
Oh,
To be the offering laid at your feet, willingly or not
Or perhaps the reluctant acolyte breaking the earth.
Should I have been the keeper lapping from your well?
Or would you rather me as the blood within,
carried from the husk between your roots?
As either I’d learn the song of the trees, of bugs and rot.
I would be faithful to the soil, wrought to fill its dearth.
As either I’d know the sights of graves and bloodbells.
Imagine what beauty that’d flourish from the flavor of my sin,
If I joined the whispers beneath my boots.
Oh,
To follow the path that you carved for me,
the one that rounds the hill and leads to your home.
To bow at your throne of tendons and jaws,
and flayed by my welcoming host’s hands;
I’ll be stripped of skin, unwound, unraveled.
Certainly at once in hers I would truly be
as snug as the grub laid to fester in wasp’s comb,
Twsited and formed anew, witnessing with awe
as my fodder inspires someone else’s plans.
What a family I’ll find, down a road untraveled.
Oh,
To pursue you down to your starving center,
to feel the teeth clamp down and crush,
to be your hapless dweller betrayed
and feel the acid’s unforgiving burn.
Just how would your vengeance taste?
“So, so sorry” I may cry, too late to realize what I’ve done wrong.
What if I could be foolish enough to enter
and vivisect you from foundation to truss
and become your cruel traitor repaid,
given the punishment I must deserve?
A vagrant morsel, a hungry house: both wastes.
“Finally again,” we may sigh,
“evermore to someone I belong”