TIDE

TIDE

In the keeping of a demon

One must have a

Cage handy

That is big enough

For ones fears

And despair

In the keeping of a demon

One must have a bleeding

Edge of greatness

Etched

On ones thigh

Blood and scars

Are lollipops

And lipstick

Being a woman

Is to be nuts

According to the

Chronicles

And Chemicals

Of mankind

My body is left

In the prison

Of matter

 Between

Breaths

Of air

My flesh lies

Heavy

And  bleeds

When it is cut

The slaughterhouse

Would have been

Where they left you

Had you been an animal

But you are not

You are the God

Named Man

 Who believes

In himself

And progress

And his own

Fallow greatness 

The earth

Spins off axis

Rotates around the dimming

Sun

For a time

Civilization

Is cyclical …

The sound of all waters

Rise

Rise stone temple

Rise black high rise

Rise ocean

Rise tide