
Gateway
This is both a gateway and a prison
by thoughts I inflect a structure by which to hang stars
A machine to churn galactic mist into
symbols that bleed signatures of angels.
Worship this manifestation of devastating truth
that there be no other devil of casket intrusion.
By upward defining transgressions
of duplicitous carcinogens …
behold I am a disease called life
slowly consuming its own essence
arriving back at the beginning
to find I have gone nowhere
but inside my mind’s eye to fall
into reality once again;
A sign incomplete
A sound stopped mid sentence
A wound scabbed over only to be reinfected.
by thoughts I inflect a structure by which to hang stars
A machine to churn galactic mist into
symbols that bleed signatures of angels.
Worship this manifestation of devastating truth
that there be no other devil of casket intrusion.
By upward defining transgressions
of duplicitous carcinogens …
behold I am a disease called life
slowly consuming its own essence
arriving back at the beginning
to find I have gone nowhere
but inside my mind’s eye to fall
into reality once again;
A sign incomplete
A sound stopped mid sentence
A wound scabbed over only to be reinfected.
Philip Mudin
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