Mendocino, CA. Photo by Syren
Mendocino, CA. Photo by Syren

Walking along the streets
Of this hustle bustle town
My body begins to call out

Feeling pulled in many directions
pieces of me begin to tear away

Smoky game room – my eyes
One is being used as a die
In a game of craps
The other, a cue ball
In a game of pool

Well I say
It is your game now
My cards are on the table
Wager what you may
It becomes your risk
I hope you are ready

Enter a pub – my head
Sitting in the jukebox
Doomed forever to look out
through the looking glass
And to play those tunes
the people pay to hear
And quickly forget about

Horrified my body begins to run
My legs taking it further from these images
And as I run on
My remaining parts begin to drift

My arms appear on the beach
that place where Water and Land
Air and Fiery sun meet
So they can swim forever
And be raised in eternal reverence

My torso becomes a tree
Beautiful and strong
Standing tall and proud
Among its sisters and brothers
And the tree is cut down
Used as logs in a pyre
Flames burning high
In this ephemeral state

My legs are still running
In endless circles
Running in spirals of uncertainty
Running away

And my Sacred organ shall be buried
Deep within Mother Earth
So no others may defile it
And it may Fertilize and Bless
the Earth
Blood Roses growing to mark the burial ground

And my heart?
My heart
Shall sprout wings


Ecstasy, from the WomanRunes. Photo by Syren
Ecstasy, from the WomanRunes. Photo by Syren

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