Weaponized broken heart shards
Mirrors in mazes
and
mazes in mirrors.
A fortuitous turn in direction is not always serendipitous.
Entangled in streams of undomesticated potential that coils me aimlessly.
i thought i could maneuver through the woes...i thought so.
But My Goddess forsakes me, my religion is stripped away.
Naked in the cold is i.
Is Goddess love? Or was i mistaken?
i am left now only with an altar...
an altered state of being.
Nothing even matters anymore.
Place now, must i, faith in myself only.
Fallen from grace of One divine.
i was a bird that learned too quickly, i can fly.
Was it rushing?, expressing my natural disposition for adoration of that which is greater than self...a Union.
Picture a Miracle's Soul.
Then picture the Spirit of that Soul.
That winds me up while spiraling, away, like a Breeze can spit at me.
Is the pure sentiment of the alchemical amalgamation of flesh between 2 coming as 1, bringing forth 3, desecrated out of existence for the entirety of the human genome?
Only excessive in fantastical lip service but forbidden in virtuous thought and deed.
My heart makes a mockery of any fore held wisdoms or sagacities.
My shadow snickers at me all through the withdrawals, combating my body's muscle memory of loving Her.
A finger may fit numerous Rings.
But a Ring may only pair with one finger at a time.
And for a new pairing to be established the old Bond must be broken.
Both may not be occupied at the same time.
But here now i say, i would rather that finger be severed before i wear another Ring.
If a Ring has been passed down, and i in turn inherit that Ring, then so be it.
But the inheritance must be entrusted to me as sole bearer, not to be shared amongst another's finger, constantly breaking and renewing the marriage of The Bond.
Glittery things are for children.
My satisfaction comes not from flash or luxury.
Nor do fashionable selections tempt me.
The appraised value is revealed in what suits me best.
There is no match like a Limited, Special Edition, Vintage Piece, that compliments my essence.
A Ring that vibrates liberty to my heart's potential through the cycles, and cylinders.
Now while looking through the hour glass, the mirrors blur.
Fogged by breaths,
of peering deeply and fervidly, only for a reflection deferred.
But i saw myself in Her.
Where is the win in being lost, previously found by,...The Amazing, and now penanced to never forget What...
What used to be.
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