a poem about a certain darkness in my life.
|soultry light darts out upon my face.|
thy face of a soldier, maryr, and victim.
collapsed with relapsed mind traps.
i am the face beneath the rock and the cold.
i am the soul underneath the hard place and warmth.
i am the i am man,
sent to preach who i am.
another soul enclosed tightly within a galaxy.
let me speak.
hear what i must say,
after this day,
constant noble will be the dark fable,
labeled with enabled cables,
attached cradeled and ladeled,
until the rush becomes lukewarm atmosphere.
here i am,
dawning the light.
pawning the fright.
i see in your hazel.