Study of the Heart
As I continue studying
my psychological archeology,
an evanescent consciousness
transcends its disconsolate captivity.
Lugubriously secluded in isolation,
partitions render futile conclusions.
Precluded from futures once treasured,
I acclimated to that apocalyptic nightscape.
But effervescent love undulates
with each carotid gurgle, my blood
and ancient esoteric sounds
resonate into a resplendent euphony.
Cut –
Exsanguinate –
Cold –
Expiration –
Quickly now!
While my blood still froths...
Take it in; take it all;
Revive that which was lost;
Assemble your missing parts;
Repair your broken heart.
Take my life,
and live gloriously!