Bleed

World bleeds mystery
Aesthetic jabs soul
Azure sea, scarlet sky,
Eye holes behold
A spec of life.

Vapors embrace, conceal
Substrate presence in all
Spirit breathes the real
Clawing love in a free fall
Taste absence.

Void within reflects horizon,
Hollow prayers, raised fists —
Be the sacrament in this prison,
Be the embrace in the cool mist.
Enigmatic epiphany.

In broken heart, the self will bleed,
Paining cry in groans and whimpers,
Why does love not run to feed,
But breathes lullabies in whispers?
In the dark places.

World bleeds mystery,
Selves amazed and dazed,
Bow in a numinous gravity,
Pulled down yet to be raised
Reborn in mystery.

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This is now my fist attempt to rework this old poem. It's a bit better...might take another stab at it again. Not near as strong as "Leaf"...my favorite recent poem...but what the hey. I wrote this about 10 years ago...never liked it originally, but thought it could be salvaged. Here is the revision.

Cheers.

-Michael