I haven't done a ritual in a while but tonight I wrote myself a page and set fire to the pile in my living room. It was crap but so freeing to my soul and some good friends have really been there for me lately writing and speaking words of calm lunge. Sleep and est have lost grasp on my heart for now, it's mechanical like a pump or a spindle. Here it is and was accompanied by crushing music 'knife in the water' 'thought forms' 'Brian Ferry' 'velvet Underground' and 'spacemen 3'.
made it through thanks to the peeling back and the strength of friends.
Dream when on feet
Courage counts minutes
Really, really washing the dishes
So fucking clean spot destroyed
Bursting proud skin heat
Reaching when cymbals crash
Heads flex wildcat top white hot
Motion sung burnt with front Em-
Plays when drenched thick
Sweat drip until spent up
Moments shine large with peril
Words reach across pond field stream
Bridge lights front me in bath beam
Pardons are given met right on
Essential acids restored in purposeful match
Turbid monstrous meltdown
You can beat them
And all that shame
I wont cant stand shade now
Eating that plate in belief
Separate heroes walk in place
Bitching froth makes me ache
Somehow strong makes its way
To my sacred place
It could be a kitchen or
Church near a Sheffield grave
To play to play meant it
I spy with internet eyes
Renounce my regret to increment
But all went out in the rain
What smolders was hot flame
Carving iron seals meter my way
It’s brought now bought yours forever from this day.
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