Follow these footsteps, follow the sounds of this union
my eyes met yours
cold fingers traced the contours of our lives
this interaction,
words fall into place, laid down like cold tiles
fitting into this our dance
a liturgy composed in rituals, a broken smile graces a broken mirror
cold now, as these pills spread across this floor
tell my mother, tell her that these are the signs
watch me mother, as I grasp this bead, holding onto it for dear life,
speaks to me, this bead, speaks to me this prayer,
these weeping eyes grasp at you mother,
grasp at your outstretched hand, and hold onto your blessed comfort
take me into your hands, for you have never let another down,
your blessed devotion holds me, and I know that you have never let me fall
your prayers have held me mother, never have I been left unaided
so I ask, hear me, and look unto me kindly
into this endless night, I find rest, as snow lightly falls on my upturned cheeks,
looking for stars tonight, there’s only snow, there’s cold tonight,
my eyes like the day burn at both ends
This is what it means to be alive,
in our lives, we burn in brightness,
draw me out of this into life, into that life that is most truly lived, in the shadow of that skull
outside, this assembly, outside those moments and mementos, outside space and holy places, outside
outside
in this outside, we find the sights, so let me burn
let me stand in burning, like a raging fire
let me burn…
watch me alight with fire, holocaust that does not consume
torrid, yet whole
hold fast, and watch closely
this is the end again, and the penultimate is destroyed in the process
given to me,
Mother, tell me your sweetest blessings and draw me unto you
Echoes of Eternity 