A Leak In The Safe

A function of breathhold duration
These dark patterns of deceptive design
We’re all secreters aren’t we with our
Laundry lists of withheld evidence the
The diminution of our own fruit and
The divine mother wheel grinding the
Last days of the world as we know it
Effervescing strangely on the page
With a tendency to be misread by the
Outside world of misfit congregants
Sorry I wanted this to work

Unnatural fires burn

In her dark-grey eyes

Unpremeditated grace

A holy flame like that of

Old with embers undying