Salt in a Circle

"And that blood is in my head

Then thank God that I'm as good as dead

Then thank your God that I'm not aware

And thank God that I just don't care"

--The Velvet Underground & Nico, Heroin from the album The Velvet Underground & Nico (1967) 

  

 

Baldung, Hans. Eve, the Serpent and Death, 1525. Germany

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Where chrysanthemums waltz and interlace in

Autumn’s boisterous kisses, the spirit of a fallow deer will creak and bend.

Bones cannot mend the twine of a disastrous mind that sings a disintegrating sonata,

For the cadaver of embodied aspirations lies beyond the iron gates of who once was her friend. 

Though physically dead, 

Moss procreated in the sockets of perception and Knowledge seeped out of the mouth

That explained epistemologies and expressions of humane ideologies–

The burrow of decaying foliage and ornamental Chanterelles is her eternal bed.

Unscathed with a starkness of suffering that's nigh,

The tattered and rotted humane qualities call upon thee.

For no tangibility of daunting evidence could be discovered

And only the meek fawn can silently decry.

Attest to me,

How a mangled spirit that strikes like the remnants of a star,

Burnt and ragged to its coruscant bones at the core,

Can cry the songs of angels

if Heaven hasn't been so forgiving?