Inside my forested brain
I’ve made myself an iron mask
that mimics flesh
with concerto notebooks
and memories that dig for words
in the trenches
with the surreal
parts of my senses
I’ll play with the same words
over and over and again
change their forms
their cadence
watch that same soul
look me in the eye
and say go further
than the skin allows
find one moment
to build civilization around
forge-pearl a key
in the same group of words
Goddess
carve into me
time the tides
emit every burn
blade every path
bleed with want
cup every grace
gravity wants you
desire is yours
need is mine
crawling etched orbits
warden my sanity
ward my fantasy
protect everyone else
eventually the rust will come
for my final molecular bond
pawning silver for the claw
of the wind and
exhale of destination
that is somewhere
in the many more miles
that lie on the road ahead
EJR ©
poem 135 of a poem a day for 2012 (NaPoWriMo23)
http://theblindlantern.blogspot.com/2012/04/poem-135-of-poem-day-for-2012.html
