Progenitors Wake

The drip  
And delicacy of my eye
You imagine
It holds pity
You imagine  
It holds your favor  
And that I intuitively reach  
For your nerve
Some nerve
In all my resolve
A posture built of stone
And the stalwart mortar
My wisdom sticky with it
Even against the Great Wall  
You helped lay
From cornerstone  
To turret and my stare from it
Even against this  
You blow
Silly fragile fragments
You expect  
To crumble tumble down  
And long gold locks  
Like the hair
I used to wear
You believe might spill over
Return to your pull
Of grooming  
Tight plaited  
Twisted curving
Inebriated wit
Calculated curiosities  
Woven tightly  
Into my thought process  
When puberty
Hit with urge
That I had left certain things behind
Laughter with you
Inside jokes
And shared knowledge  
A privilege meant
Only for us
An isolationist  
In your measure
Your way with me
You had  
But not quite  
Cold calculating  
But oh father  
How Ive sinned against  
The nature of things
In my head
To my knees  
With private mournful  
With the need for  
absolution from it
But with absolve  
I dissolve
So return to my eye
The drip she shines
When let loose
That shine  
She is not pity
And she is not for you
To my knees
With other things
A world whos axis  
Is not you
A prayer to a God  
Whos strangest angels
Do not sing  
In your tonality
A hallelujah chorus rise
Over your horn
And its shrill  
My walls
They hold
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