Heartsick Mandalas-revisited

It is a delicate deliberation that binds us. moonstone pale, this burlesque palantir no longer shows skin along the roads, a whisper can be heard clear we are drawing mandalas in the cornfields hoping the storm on the horizon moves away from here education provided is fraught with peril faces of guard are soluble, malleable they roam, ever-changing, afraid of fear of self cacophonous dirge of progress bellows from our civility drone as mind numbing as any opium the stillness in heartbreak leaves us foraging through consequence Draw a name in lamb’s blood upon doors and harken the trumpet requiem … Continue reading Heartsick Mandalas-revisited