gilded girder
days ago, i sowed into my consciousness
a name that sprawls upon the perceptions
of my soul. the shadow that looms over
the thick cobweb saying it looked like
me - a still breath in a lonely corner.
the one sheltering me from rain - from
the fall of a million pent-up soliloquies
from the cracked haze of self-effacement
obscuring my sight. the contempt between
winds when i stood at the rusted balcony
of a deserted lighthouse howling as to
how i and the tower are no different -
we wear the consequences of our solitude.
an ivy-mirror climbing up my pale flesh
mocking my architecture with its curves,
puncturing derision between my wits
then it turned its back on me once it
felt it lingered enough to spoil my hope.
today, i found an epiphany - old, blue,
and burning still - and sowed it behind
that name. i watched the flame race for
a searing swallow as it expels the dark,
exposing the intertwining radiance of
every gossamer thread. it tatters the
shed of shame until every raindrop of
emotion kisses the earth and blankets
my body. it dances, a triumphant beacon,
running aglow throughout the ashen limbo
for all lost-sailing dreams to see and
remember how they can still shine again.
it is a lush flock of bougainvillea-palms
marring the spiked crook in their touch,
whence letters bleed into a mantra -
*I am
a woven intricate iridescence.
summer poured in nature’s frame.
the Polaris to transformation.*
and my willpower is a propagator
of insecurity’s wake.
kindred notch