Names- those sickening reminders
that you carry your parents' choices to the grave
abreast the altar of shame, the record of past misgivings
Negotiating between rotting shelves and the scepter of illumination
You're being blinded by the choices you stumbled through, passing
damp tears matted with linen redolent of chamomile tea
Clinging to a sliver of metal overlooking plains of despair
Sloping with the caress of the father's sacrament
and the indomitable burdens of the weeping mother
Skin flayed in raw, rippling sheets of congealed flame
You shriek for hours, pausing only for caught breath
Passing gallstones and nuggets of truth
From the same orifice - that with which you were blessed
To speak honestly, to speak trippingly
You make the grandest speech, gesticulating wildly
Toward an audience with pinholes for ears
And great gobs of running jelly for eyes
Horror spawns of rushing eras
Rebels pining for the final chemical surge
Plug yourself into an EEG machine
a white labyrinth of sterile curses
and whittled demonic phrasing
Sip gingerly on the elixir of life
Put prominence in your poultice
In your peacetime potions
In your perversions of what prevails
Pause only for the shrill of a rudder
Pause only for sanity's sake
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