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Please forgive me. (Learn from my mistakes)
I am truly sorry.
The devil, I blame him,
For he dipped these very hands in ash.
Forgive me if I do not rationalise;
When my blackened hands
Shook with His,
A timeshare mind then blossomed and bent.
Imagine what you cant:
Charcoal lines being drawn with my fingertips,
Only for my heels to blur and cross them.
That is the war, son.
We are binded, the devil and I.
With a pestle and mortar
Of marble and pewter
He massages my skull into powder.
May God protect you.
I hope that one day
Your hands will be dipped also -
Only,
I beg it be the pearly dust
That remains of my skull.
The devil, I blame him,
For he dipped these very hands in ash.
Forgive me if I do not rationalise;
When my blackened hands
Shook with His,
A timeshare mind then blossomed and bent.
Imagine what you cant:
Charcoal lines being drawn with my fingertips,
Only for my heels to blur and cross them.
That is the war, son.
We are binded, the devil and I.
With a pestle and mortar
Of marble and pewter
He massages my skull into powder.
May God protect you.
I hope that one day
Your hands will be dipped also -
Only,
I beg it be the pearly dust
That remains of my skull.
Published 16th Apr 2010
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18th Apr 2010 10:08pm
i can't completely get to grips with in meaning, but i do think that's just me being dumb.
i had to say though - i love the creepy feel of all this dark disintegration. i know there's no obvious scent to it apart from ash, but for some reason it gave me the smell of caves (if that doesn't sound too odd!)..?
i had to say though - i love the creepy feel of all this dark disintegration. i know there's no obvious scent to it apart from ash, but for some reason it gave me the smell of caves (if that doesn't sound too odd!)..?
18th Nov 2010 7:04pm
I love this. I m enthralled with cyclical works but where this one comes back around it stops with Hope, treading water. I know that sounds too whatever-the-Hell but its the best way I can describe it. I love the visuals of both the ash and powdered remains of skull. I an just see some battle-hardened father telling this tale of destruction left in his wake to his son.
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