Layers of the Wretched Divine

The layers of my being shift and rumble,
As the squabbles outside my door
Drone on into the humid days of June.
Nightfall comes, and what was a might roar
Abruptly breaks into silence and longing.
"Don't worry, it'll all be over soon."

I hear the train on the other side of town,
Chugging through the gasping remains of a living ghost town
Where stifled, broken sobs have become a bitter wail.

Windows of the soul are shattering to dust
Crunching under the feet of every day doings
And glittering in the light of a love born in hell.

The fires of the last days have already come
Raging through every nook, cranny, high and byway
As eyes tentatively lift to meet their shadows gaze

The angel of death came for the first born,
With a throng of ancestors at every able ear
Screaming an unseen vengeance until they carry the death on their face.

The layers of my being still shift and rumble
As morning songbirds delight my weary heart
With ballads of visionaries, sweeping revolutions, and absolute madness.

The layers of my being shift and cackle
As the little girl with big dreams appears,
The young rebel with a voice is felt deep inside my chest.

The broken young woman lays down her veil
Beside the broken illusions of lovers, friends, and shallow truths,
Both unwilling and unable to remain covered.

The paranoid and frantic addict
Connects to her truth once again
And every breath becomes a treasure well savored.

The woman I am now flickers violently in and out,
Caught between everything I was, am, and long to be,
But she reaches out her hand to each girl.

Her layers shift and rumble
As the selves begin to dance as one
In sync with whispering waters as the turning tide shakes the world.