Monday, April 14, 2025

BASEMENT DWELLER

My crypt of painted figures
and forbidden epiphanies
souls bereft of destiny
limbs breaking in a waterfall of light
the lowest deck of mutilated time
shadow of unknown sacrifice
orb shackled to a weary spine
that knows the green blood
of many flowers
ripping through the craters
with a fissure hand.

Ethereal growth
of disembodied desire
clawing back from a fallen moon
buried here in a plaster womb.

There is a mercy cast
from these unreal windows
constructed on the lining of a cave
where angels don't behave
and mortal flesh ascends in baskets
flags of a fallen dome
where silence has a wand to ask it.

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