Principles of Sympathetic Magic (Congruence)

Stark light dies gently into night
Web in the Pinhole Sky
All magic tricks traded in a smile

This mind slips for miles and miles
Down haunted highways and back roads
Body shiver, blended realities
But you know I love you

Sting of the awakened dream
Transcendent, a touch
Fires sparked in the breath of Heavens’ fall to earth
Morning is harsh

These are things we try not understand
In chemistry of flesh, this alchemy of you
Loneliness should never be held in honor
Wishes made on fake eye lashes

Intruding breeze grazes naked shadows
Still returns, fears are often more comfort
Civility wanders, tied in doubt against the shore
Ignited, spark against the dead dry wood called home

This cannon ball untouched
This gun unsheathed
This uncompromisable trigger

Unspoken promise sets in motion
There is but long life before us
Written across lines on occupied paper in desolate white

Theological games dissolve understanding
This, the translators spirit to scribble each design
Divinity defined in who suffers

Big moon standing still
Through the window against the cast black reflection she dances
Record’s slight skip, the slow song plays long

Tall candles burn past the fingers into wax, into hemp, into flesh
Blood moves through miles, drunk screams
Human incantations

Scribbled against the fallen tree
Sky blue stolen to cover naked feet
Still I get dazed when I hear rain

The Days spent to chase nights
Pleas of words and blind thoughts
Ignore your insanity somewhere in the time between

Deception is a world unchanged
Mistaken conscious, well of unsure waters
And the philosopher holds his high regard

…and no better is their answer,
“Sewn across each thread found
Simple design
Flesh in pattern
Bound tight, this sordid nature”

And years will end till counted in regret
The ghost passes through in the scent of her refuge
Cherry wine to stained lips, still I ask for another sip

Red autumn devil steals attention from it’s black ocean embrace
As thieves stand amongst us
And you, a music note still to be heard
My promise to listen

Taking tears away from each face
Spelling mysteries on the dark wall
Still fears no evil, even in fall my summer endures

Doors drawn on the home a rich man has stolen
Entitled to the worming trail below him
Stepping over his broken train track of forsaken tomorrows

I carve each effigy from soft stone and sacred wood
Spinning each grain of sand to glass
This my promised design
I pray only clarity when I seek them
My eyes and their shame

Deciphered numbers, the game of the holy
This pneumatic ideal of each cherished god
Carefully arranged in heaven’s ashtray
Humanity often unhinged
Trust placed amongst the duality of every imagined poem

We are all prophets some days

Principles of Sympathetic Magic (Congruence)

SolomonGrundy

Morristown, United States

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