Innocence, crawls up my leg
Light that candle of grace
Return to the old gods
The old ways;
Not out of shame
Instead,
Out of the total pleasure-
Of totality in form,
Of immortality
in leisure,
Light the candle for me
For good measure
-
Taking action, as is your call
Your sign-
I shall heed,but
behind all my good deeds
I’ve been
Sowing bad seeds,
signs and omens-
and they’ve been
Encroaching and
Eating me
Haunting me
Taking me away,
Saying; do you feel it
The
Growling in my stomach,
Growing up to be nothing
Courage; but just a little bit-
At a time, showing
Now bravely going into this
Effortless embrace
Focus on something
Both dark, and light
At the same time
See the grey
In the
wolves
Hear them
Snarl, when they
Fight