Monday, October 2, 2017

Talisman (Day 257)


I am unspooling 
into taupe  liquifying in 
an aqueous netherworld 
of subtlety  gentle understanding 
and ancient knowing dwell here 
among the crystal glimmers 
of possibility
don’t birth me into your world 
of fire  don’t drag me kicking 
and screaming 
against  against  against your  
hot  cold 
white  black  
right  wrong 
sears my eyes  their unquestioning 
allegiance wakes me late at night  
in a sweat of skepticism  
no  allow me to remain  
wallowing in what I do 
not know  wrapped in gray layers 
of of hidden meaning  
a gleaming necklace of human 
teeth my talisman against 
the dreams of others

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

The Talisman, 1888, Paul Sérusier