Hope

I awoke

To a memory of hope

Smooth as if she took my hand

And placed my soul

Slipped it between her thighs

Back again, this morning

To her eyes

My longing

No longer mine

For just something

A little word

So I could breathe again

Among the apparitions

Everywhichway

Or they appear

Plentiful as the history of ghosts

All to tell dark shadow tricks

And words to wear down

And angular papercut on papercut

Slashing up

Pain in my heart

From being apart

I awake

To know today will be the same

A procession of faces, demonic

Downpour, wounds that wear down resolve, aimed at hope

While I’m wrapped in a circle of protection

And each day hope to end it all

To turn hell into bliss

Which is to not believe anything I hear of

Those so strange, monstrous

Inhumans

That appear and disappear

Back into the sea of masks

To dream

To think

To cling to what’s good

Is a struggle of hope

Shadows which lengthen

Throw themselves over me

The woman in my heart

Is my truth

Speaking a language of hope

That heaven entered hell on night

A luminous darkness,

A reason to carry on

Knowing heavens carnal flesh and soil

Earth’s light

That goes on, regardless,

A sapling then a mountain

An appetite for a girl

Who is a memory of home

Never before known

To which I awake

March on next day to sleep

Awake again

In neverending hope