Pound
Arkham asylum: blind, searching
Within icy waters of tv, batgirl
Or was it me? And who got here first, in all my morality?
In my madness, am I batgirl or Emrys, trapped in Arkhams icy waters?
Obsessed, blind, groping for- where did she go?
Obsidian butterfly, my eye did penetrate my heart,
How did you get within those walls, darkling?
How penetrate a psychos armour? I’ll be daring, fluttering away, I’ll pursue-
I surface
And follow
Ever after age revolves and passes, in your turning head,
See you me? Or am I mad?
I hear you, you hear me? Be I still in Arkham, why do you keep disappearing?
I tell you:
Shining, defiant,
Emrys I be.
But you flutter before the moon
Where worlds of religions meet,
Druidry into Buddhism, into Aztec, blend into
You I see,
I, Emrys, blending,
Revolutions overturned in the night sky,
A new pattern, I, like dawn, becoming, obsidian finger pointing: a sadomasochist moon beginning.
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