tumblr_n7uflxumP11qanheao1_1280I don’t know if there’s hope

When friend turns foe

I don’t know

Where in separation

Yoke and embryo

Glistening placenta gouache

The painter may

Render this potential life

Legacy of strife

In verdant whisker

I could have been born

Elsewhere

Or not

Chemistry

Cellular change

Alchemists with tears as

Coat of arms

We consume tangerines

The smell of orange rind

And cloves

Seasonal with moth holes

Moses climbs from his wicker man

Escaping the fire

And disbelieved share

Their bronze debacle

Lend me the mahogany deep of your voice

Bringing me back

From kimono exile

Remember

I have no power

But the truth

Of nude vanquish

Attributed to

Low lamps, proffered incense

Summoning believers

In thin macintosh bones

We are rubric

To gardens

In the rain

Bird baths for those

Needful of absolution

12 Replies to “Absolution”

  1. This… this is what you do best, love:

    “Lend me the mahogany deep of your voice
    Bringing me back
    From kimono exile
    Remember
    I have no power
    But the truth
    Of nude vanquish
    Attributed to
    Low lamps, proffered incense
    Summoning believers”

    Welcome back.

  2. Candice, as ever I’ll not pretend to understand all, I simply know that each word it’s place, it’s flow makes this piece complete, whole – if I smoked I’d have a cigarette now – it’s that kind of feeling, satisfaction, you get reading this – my best to you for 2019.

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