Unconscious out of Choice

[dondraper1990]

I.

I enter your mausoleum.
White sanitary and glossy surrounds,
snuffed fires and white ash
abundantly shade the soil beneath.

Encased in an aura of resonant spectrums of light,
suspended by those invisible and indescribable -
the cell is your majestic sarcophagus
where where nothing is exeeding or surplus.

Totems and flags of kinship,
allegiances and primal

Comments

[reluctantdagny]

The image of unwavering loyalty, even after death is one that always makes me cry.

[dondraper1990]

Every tear of yours is sacred, they all deserve to be named.

[reluctantdagny]

I think I'd run out of names, I don't know that many names. They all sort of run together.

[dondraper1990]

Leave that to me, my dear.