relapse

dawn comes with no resolve

in the temple of man there is a darkness that tastes like honey

outside, realms unfolding, piercing the horizon with their harlequin heart

eons awry, towering over the sun

i sit and wait at the centre of this chamber of the moon

for my robes to be undone and my work to begin

lie no more; i have seen the truth like a spear through your heart

colliding with my veiled eyes in a moment’s shuddering surprise

and i am giving it up

to thirst for another, the treasure hidden in plain view

sheltered from disarming graces and venom-laden words

as simple as a head’s turn toward the east on a summer morning

the end is nowhere near

but we are already there

unflinching with sobriety and clutching our stomachs with laughter

touching the clouds from this treetop, well and not well

i am not a stranger to the night’s inner workings,

soothing the mind and lifting the spirit to renewed heights

but today, the sun is silent

and we build our cities over ancient sites, oblivious to the ashes below