“Even if these decibels of grey
tones do not ring to the clear
sound of pure Light
that I chase into the Center
of my Heart, they are sure
to improve the illumination
in the Opus of the Soul,
and so I can declare them
Holy All the Same”
-Lilith in the Garden
THE WEAVE:
Lilith floats on her back,
as the Sea holds her.
She writes in her, Rite-in
the-Rain, water-proof notebook…
People who mean you harm, will hold your failures over your head, like a bad dream, they do not want you to wake up from. They rake over your scars, and call it accountability, "Remember when you over-reacted?" your traumatizer will say, as he hopes to make you feel the shame of a Time he cooked you grey. Yes, I remember. I remember you. I remember me. And you can kiss my ass, Now, Lucy.
“One day voracious anger preyed
upon her. It cooked her mind
into molten hysteria.
Now wanting gnaws, that All
sparrows should suffer.
Her body boils wrathful
passion, distilling poison
with each breath. As suitors soar,
to Dae, they’re sworn, to doom
– her weapon: exhaled Death.”
-The Oracle of Passeridae
Planetary Signatures 