i and you and we

[greysight]

i think i might die
of indigestion
of meaningless words
and questioning forefathers
from past worlds
hauntingly around your bedposts
screaming and begging for pennance
reaching for the wooden spatula,
your only true friend
this dark world becomes tight like skin
your spirit is choking and all blinding colors flash in your eyes
bitterly you swing out
the spatula your excalibur
and crawling from that dark place of forgotten desires,
you spit onto the floor
your transgresssions and meaningless begging flowing like mucous
forgiveness forgotten
and pains dripping like saliva from weaknesses in your glass eyes
you find the black bird before you
the white cat in hot pursuit
seeking a place of solitude the wheels continue to spin around,
swinging my excalibur the cat leaps onto its victim
its claws sink into you
your weakness flows red on your beak,
as you crawl into a ball,
cornering your sadness and fear
seeking the open mouth of eternity
hells gates shaped like golden arches
and smiles revealing fangs and emptiness
still prostrate the floor your comfort and consort
paralyzed by ingenius revelations and flashes of epiphany
the smiling man has come at last....
-el fin