An Empty Catacomb of Prayer #20

Impressionistic,
catastrophic,
whorls of good and evil’s manifestation.

We looked into the divine conundrum
and caught a glimpse
of the Holy Grail.

Host & hostess,
imported wines;
luminescent pearls of wisdom,
and devotion’s beads
draped around our necks.

These synthetic fantasies
challenged by a deeper seated scar,
what would would pass
night into day,
into ours.

So I swim
against the current of the pool,
pushing my feverous and bloated mass
into the gut of some ascension.

Big fish, swallow me whole,
so I may enter into this eternal
cultivation of souls & energy.

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Impressionistic,
catastrophic,
whorls of good and evil’s manifestation.

We looked into the divine conundrum
and caught a glimpse
of the Holy Grail.

Host & hostess,
imported wines;
luminescent pearls of wisdom,
and devotion’s beads
draped around our necks.

These synthetic fantasies
challenged by a deeper seated scar,
what would would pass
night into day,
into ours.

So I swim
against the current of the pool,
pushing my feverous and bloated mass
into the gut of some ascension.

Big fish, swallow me whole,
so I may enter into this eternal
cultivation of souls & energy.

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