We are like Fractured bones,
Splintered,
In every edge,
Like Flint,
Thin,
Shattered and Jaggered,
Trying to make Skeletons,
To form bodies, with flesh,
Which don’t move anywhere.
Only Circles of Repetition
Stuck,
Like Russian Dolls,
Each layer, revealing another story,
Another character fooling themselves,
It is all False,
My eyes blotted in blindness that I have caused myself,
Why am I Kind to those who mistreat me?
Did we consciously choose Oblivion?
The Equinox is here,
The Shift is occuring,
I have set the ground ready to alight the endings,
Watch how the flame flickers,
Something is burning ,
I am ready for the Funeral,
I want to pray over that , which has been dead for Months,
Set it Free,
Let it’s Spirit be accepted,
Why be embarrassed?
Space is being created for New,
I must choose now,
Or Never.
This Timing is Divine.