Breath escaping to the frosted air of a New Year’s morn,
my eyes drink anew of the old sun rising ‘ore my city.
That dirty steel—cold stone—my circus, my love, my home.
All my words—broken promises—linger there still;
beseeching my faulted and weakened flesh for reparation
Looking deep within, a small bubble rising
could it be, hope buried and now struggling
to escape its hardened shell-yolk of an egg-
Yellow-orange as a slice of sunrise
reaching the surface, breaking through rubble & lies
I stand before thee naked but sanguine oh Sun—
reforged by the conflagration of a thousand bitter falls—
bathe me in silent avidity that I may toil for change unceasing
as even now this sardonic mind scrambles to clothe me
mending the breach with garments crafted of forsaken vows
It is written in tongues old and forgotten
the race of men clings on despite its frailty
in them, an innate duality —the propensity to self-destruct
and yet rise again—the power to burst out of the hearse
though the knell has already rung across the earth
This cycle of calamity and joy I yearn to break
the stupefacient lull of this wheel within a wheel—
this sugar-coated mortal coil I can no longer stomach
I will spit it from my mouth with words of vehemence
No more days will I waste in a listless haze!
out of the caves we came, out of the dark I shall emerge
defy my weaknesses, embrace my strength—I will purge
my head of doubts that have haunted me for too many seasons
reclaim my brain from itself, suffer no further ransom nor treason
nurture hope—the precious stone handed down from my ancestors
Nathalie at arwenaragornstar pulled me out of my cave for this one, and by the read of it, just in time! It is always so nice to work with my twin from across the sea. Please go check her out when you have the time. you will not be disappointed!
Nathalie, thank you for asking me to do this!