a strange humming peace
thrives through my veins
/staticky/
intangible but existent
i am not tired not yet
my body is slowing
(a reptile slithering slowly into the cold and stilling)
warm:
like the rush of absinthe with its licorice flavoured poison persuasion
running over my skin
and flowering in my muscle tissue
..something sparking in this pearlline skull full of diamonds..
a sudden hush
after the trading of Names
the sacred words of power that grant another control in all lush tribal subcultures
i poke with my lock picks and think
my demeanour shifts like retrograde
)back into its most original form of shy serious(
the side previously skinned over with all the Arts my feminine wiles possess
as i think of electric whispers traded on humid velvet nights of mad summers
and this barter:
the beauty and vinegar you find in these liquid hands for the river winds rushing through your native tongue twistings full of fire
and somewhere in these variable syllables of this flexible language
there may be some common footholds in this ground
/and the barrier of air will slip down/
and you will peel your bright orbs back to witness
i mold syllables like clay
and let words flow like water in ways
that even a nearly canadian midwest accent
can sound out loud and musical
teasing the tip of the tongue and lighting the senses
after my impromptu ritual yesterday
i let go of many things
watched the face of a god twist before my spectral vision
and hit epiphany nirvana
watched without within beyond
and saw my scarlet veins twine about and through to become one with earth heaven and hell
:and all that lies between:
i proclaimed myself free
and reclaimed my ancient wings
(among other things)
i whispered in heavy vibrations incantations in serpent tongues
and thrashed like possessed
like the exorcist
declared myself Free
and felt something blossom from deep within
a realignment
release relief refreshment
alacrity clarity acidity
(sharp as needles on the tongue)
i rose languidly:
{purified}
and sought holy water
my scales or my vertebrae–they /shifted/
and All of Possibility beckoned~
leaving me live as sliced storm-striven wires
leaving me scraped like snow fresh and dulcet
emptied completely and refilled absolutely
my state of being evaporated, went gaseous
no pigeon no swan this egret rising and born again the Phoenix
..the Poet..
chameleon like, stripping off layer by layer to the endless onion beneath
in all its simplicity and clarity life makes no sense to me
i’ll believe it when i see it
and then this
like ruby bloodfruit–fresh november pomegranate
aphrodisiacal and visionary: the Gateway to Knowledge and Eden
{never the apple, no never the apple but the semen seed of the Serpent numbered six}
–among the things that keep me utterly fascinated
always new things
strangest of days
passing in a fae haze cottony and silvered
shot through with crimson
i hear, i hear: yes:
the fetish people are summoning me by name
but for now i would stand still and mayhaps lift my face to the sun
to the cool june exhalation of rain
and roll some good conversation over my fevered tongue
and ponder all the paths i’ve trod down
each more bizarre than the one before it
and savouring the sensation of syrupy change expected and overdue
pleasant soothing enjoyable balm
as things stir under the canopied rainforest
to make their break and name themselves humanity
prodding gently to see where the next corner of this living labyrinth
will draw me over these rapids streams waterfalls and rocks next
before i hit the open ocean
:and sail:
i no longer pretend to understand~
i am learning to flow as i was made to
through the endless currents of electricity water and sky
faster smoother than Thought
and ask no questions lest i am proffered answers i don’t want
and you should know:
when you convinced me to blow you a kiss
it was my way of giving in
to the water that i no longer understand
and maybe that’s the whole and only point
©️ 2007
Originally posted on my DeviantArt
Mischa Fox 