Falling through the table
falling through the floor
I fell through dirt and stones
through the dead
through caves and great rivers
all kinds of twittering evil
past Persephone her stinking beauty
past Pluto his hall of mirrors
through the hollow space
at the core of myself
(I saw in passing it was me)
into the captured sun raging
at the axis of the earth
the will of all things
where three old men were singing
in the flames
fear doubt hate
they welcomed me
how many years
the flames they ate me
but now I’ve come back to you
and you as if only a moment had passed
lord of my soul
run to take me into your arms….
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