Thursday, March 16, 2017

mercy away

The tidal bore thrust us up and mercifully away from the thing rising up, through the ocean floor. We drowned, and were the first glorified by our destroyer. Broken, were we, even from pain. Even from fear. From longing. From torturous joy.

Calm caressed us, from then on, always. Vague contentment, soft and distant, enrobed us like a cloud.

We will find our un-severed brothers, that the destroyer might sever them twain. We seek or un-smothered sisters. The destroyer shall see them unmade.

We will find you. He will bleed you. We will lead you, to evenness soft-gladly.