Your love was a seductive miasma,
Oscillating regularly from siren to banshee.
Was it my heart’s destiny or condemnation?
A world flipped upside down can make a valley look like a mountain peak…
Poisons oft feel like medicine in the right dose.
those endorphins released in cell death,
that hypnotizing light at the tunnel’s end,
they can make your finality
look like birth.
but, awake!
awake!
…
now,
A calmness and serenity boundless
Courses through my being,
Every neuron, cell, axon, and synapse,
Electrified in an oracular renaissance.
an eye turned inward,
will create a lighthouse.
come, all lost at sea.
the prodigal son returns home —
welcomed into open arms am I!
By the eternal,
By the maternal —
My lunar epithet,
reclaimed.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 