Divine dagger of light

SOC Writing _ 23.9.21

You cut across my night – with your rages of love - in loves garments and had me tossing and turning. I took out the plugs to keep the mice sounds out and slept better. These days are marked with mystery. I took a long day end walk on the beach – into darkness my feet took me on the path of nowhere – do not have an intention about where they walk. Stomach empty and the miles of Isis in my blood, I am weakened – yet strong – my frame like wire – able to be bent towards the mystery and back again. Where are you? I wonder in all the inky portals – the highways and byways of Highden – I cannot really hold that immensity and yet I chug on with our little experiment of love - not wanting to get in the way or completely out of the way - I am in a state of unsettled jangles – my members remembering the shape of only you as you told me they made you like that. If only I could crawl into your body and feel for a brief moment what you know – would I remember it? I’m now using this as a channel to speak to you – though I do not know if you are listening – and that is not the point of the speeding pen writing here – its to the liberation of my unconscious and lo and behold you sit like a queen in situ upon your throne with your arms of gold and your be-jewelled headdress - I am in adoration of you queen, I take off all my clothes and become a pauper in your presence – offer you all that I am in the hope of winning your heart all over again. I shall stay with my shanty of a shrine – light candles daily and say my prayers. Coming up for air once in a while to say goodnight love – good night moon – goodnight cat and spoon – all creatures that I love - I love I love I love and beyond the cat door the mice hanging from clawed jaws I take a step in a direction not ventured before, for nothing ventured nothing gained and I want to gain my soul with your good soul, my absolute love.

Wolf lines

Looking through