Formidable Purgation
JUN 10, 2025
I’ve almost forgotten that not all the apples were sour
having grown wings in the Garden
of Eden; and the oranges that colored the metaphysic
of the sorcerous eye, that alchemist that sucked bones dry. . .
Or was it not so evil, that snake that slithered down such a great spine
like the trunk, or the body of an angel
who had the mind of an occulted lingering
the memories that have been lost to dark ages.
Being sworn to secrecy of the mercy that haunts behind
a hallucination of knowledge, the temple
that once burned to the ground, once held all the spells of destiny
and the blood going down.
Snap went the tree of life, crack down the middle
split into two and forever lost, and by faith
we have remembered ourselves, all those dark spells
lost to the flame, they have riddled our spirits ablaze.
Radical are your eyes, those that have met mine
I told you all my secrets, and the lingering
that has lost me now, but the music we hear, the curses we break
we have done them all together. 