Help you with what ... I ask ...
Your sliding between some boundless
ancient unnameable/unknowable being
you have in your mind
and some post apocalyptic abused child
who has grown fangs
in the guise of butterfly wings,
walls and a sturdy disregard
for the noise of modern society ...
I may look and play the fool
to gain sight and footing ...
but rest assured I do so voluntarily ...
you can be dangerously flippant and mean
and while I think you know
that I don't give my allegiance lightly
you are still testing the bounds
and limits of that as we speak ...
your psychic forays and little incursions ...
please don't push yourself on everything
because you can,
push yourself because the universe demands
that of you in the moment ... Period! ...
And that we can help anyone with ...
with the exception of you or I ...
this is the price of our soul ...
which we must accept despite the pains
and barbs that sometimes grow
along side that equation
predicating life through
these currents of bones
their calendars and time ...
monster says I have a small suggestion in the mean time
something you might
like to admire
in its sum
a sculpture perhaps
out of found
in your life materials
then assign meaning
to each material
especially the things
that anger and frighten you
paint the memory
you have associated
with each thing
onto this piece
then destroy this embodied piece
in ritualized sharp assertions
stab hiving burning
may you have a glowed upon face
womb Winter cackling warm skin
and watch the ashes climb
stop asking questions
evil got in ...
( hint it was inside you
from the beginning and Eve
wasn't weak and Lilith
was more right than God )
let your oldest pieces of you die
(hint they'll come back soon and younger/refreshed)
just fucking breathe
and for the sadistic
literal-ist you've become
think of burning man
and why we do the things we do
to confound those that dare try
and take to place
tender to old
turtle pray to prey
and what can
or not so