Unshriven
Out of focus eyes
Tremble on the brink
Of final flight.
The lights below
Beckon like wreckers
On a savage shore.
Soul's dark night,
Gapes open mouthed,
Swallowing me down.
Sliding into a chasm
Of sheer sided ebony,
And no climbing back.
A golden gate opens
Swaying in the wind
Of God's final wrath.
And I carry no coin,
For the Ferryman;
My soul will suffice.
Unshriven I fly
To eternal rest
Amongst the damned.
Once upon a time I was a fat little caterpillar whose contented munching was disturbed by visions of bright wings flying free in a world beyond the cabbage patch. When my caterpillar form could no longer contain that dream I entered the Chrysalis where thought became form. This is my journey.Walk with me.This is simply who I am.
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