psychopompos

recant

yr defamation
yr death grip
yr drearies
yr phantasmagoricism
yr nuanced magick spells

repent

yr toneless silence that drapes the quiet heart
that beats in tiptoe in cowards cloaking

yr loveless hands in league with entropy

yr melted fortress lips that Saturn wrought
to a perfect nothingness

yr deaf ears to Mercury as Babel has but
another soul to stack in pantheon to listless synthesis

disparages
will flood
our static clings
until
we are forced
to grip
a temporal
immutable
or
succumb
to lowly bellies

either our love to some vision or
our stumble to some grave