Timelessness

"I cannot stand to see another creature in pain"...

She sees the thin sheath of glass
between dreams and a tangible mass
a sheer membrane of angel's breath
spent in the course of a life, and death

From touch, a soul slide descent
unto an unknowable abyss wrent
in the palm of the hand, a schism
kept within a fist, an inflamed prison

That bleeds and breeds an unfeeling thickness
of the dormant espiritu-diaboli, a nest
of shades darker than heaven, a deeper scrye
than what devil lurks within the depths of the eye

"Dreaming is never wholly a fiction"...

There is a stairway beneath his feet
which leads out upon a disenchanted street,
end to end and beyond the still city of Bliss
are the greater wilds of other creatures, adrift

amidst the senseless violence, no more dreaming
allowed among the supernatural elements screaming
the heart to sleep-- fed upon a blow by blow
glowering neon trace, along the twisted flow

Plunged into the vein, an aphrodesiac that had
turned the body against the soul-- a myriad
concoction of bitter-sweet addictions
and coarse voices of remedies of affliction

"We hold nothing in silence, for long"...

She lit the match and drew within its hollow entreaty,
before drawing the flame closer to the emerging beauty--
a smile emerging within the halo of light from the darkness
beyond a sheer membrane of angel's breath--the light swallowed in a kiss.

Peace,
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