Why I Enter
And the Way She Heals
Sometimes my body tries
to weep-tremble-scream-hyperventilate
at the same time and then my surrender to the Goddess is not with intention but from exhaustion stretched beyond strained dimensions a mirage of mind mid-melt tortured patterns of cyclical deficiency layered in tenths of millimeters over musculoskeletal framework
Deep cisterns of fought-away tears that had to go somewhere when my inner self became a stranger befriended danger and engaged kamikaze-style shame humiliation sessions about it
Always my heart pinned to the dissection tray since what else could the world take away from me as I’ve shunned earthly pleasures digital measures and a sacrosanct constitution that brands me a blasphemer Where is the ‘me’ left that would revel in the label laugh and license this status as the epitome of hard-won defiance with evidence-based validation
I wish she were here…
… amid escaped murmurs of “Crime to be this tired…” a tattooed script on each limb as I fall — ephemeral faith and final offering — omen
The Goddess Omniscient She holds time in her temple like an elite array of adornments among ancient secrets Removes from me all that does not sing Reveals covert chronic afflictions Runs handfuls of warm ocher along fatigued flesh Restores etheric balance deep inside Reassures soul that lost is not a perennial state and that eternal peace does exist this side of heaven
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