In the Clear, Entered like an Apocalypse

“I wanted to remember in order to be able to return.”
~ Anaïs Nin
A love bound to uphold the mirrors, unspoken questions Opening in the unopened rich delicacies of perceive
Que más, mi vida se gira under the stand of no other as I emerge only to weave golden cords
And with my blood and Spirit and flame, return to Her upon death
Once more, emit that I originate from and live within Ether, no longer lying for some pseudo-TLC
Mist of Her ease, orgone energy- Lucifer in the sky
Questioning green whirl of psyche’s analysis brings us information through secretions and tears
From the blackness, She conducts treble hands- they spin my destiny
O’ my heart sees everything through the Winter
And then begins again like Spring
I am in the clear, entered like an apocalypse
