PsYCHOPOMPS AND CIRCUMSTANCEs - a ruminating meditation
PsYCHOPOMPS
AND CIRCUMSTANCEs
Late summer is a fine time
for livin’ and dying
Why is always this time of
year that you take them away from me Goddess?
Fall is time for souls’a
reaping
Grim, Jo, Mase, Jay, what
the fuck is so appealing about
Dying this time of year
note to insert some trite harvesting bit, pencil it in for July through October
Now
presenting the MATRICULATING DEAD OF 2022…..
Or has this August just
claimed another forlorn victim, lost in the storm and taken by force?
Did your stray thoughts do
this?
Did those words ever come
back?
No.
Stray thoughts should stay
ghoulish forever
And mindful, A warning
Take back not what you say
for
It is Not
unirrevocable
And your actions are paid
for.
Your words are eternal,
This bill following to the
grave.
There are no delays, when
the
Ship leaves port,
All bills are paid.
No debts. No taking away.
Done and away
I can’t believe it
I’m still angry with you
(What the fuck is
wrong with me
)
Today is the first day that the surgery bruises stopped
expanding and are noticeably shrinking,
I guess you were my sacrifice today
on my way out of this the maze,
My sweet sweet Tamuuz.
I will miss you
But
Without remorse
Remain with your words and falsehood in your Labyrinth, I will fill the Skies above.
I will not be diminished by you.
- the Maenad, sick of forms, sick of borders, sick of structures we did not create
(and yes, that sixth line is supposed to be there as are the colours)
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