Dear F,
Suspended from its nethermost end,
My body crushes the grounds.
In my head,
The Galaxy in Silence floats.
Silver clusters of stars,
Fall from One infinite to no other,
Caress my revenant breath,
As all matter dismantles,
In a wide darkness, a narrow light.
My mirror’s cry safe and sound,
Fallen into the incantations of slumber,
Where darkness is beholder of light.
Angels be summoned,
Not by the love,
And not by the lust,
But by the decaying bodies of human sluts.
Teddy dies while Winnie wines,
Wicked Faerie, shooting stars,
Peter Pan, Alice, Mr. Rabbit,
Even Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan*,
All dwells in space,
Awoke in my mind,
In its long silken robe,
And its Garnet Pentagram.
~mia
Beirut. September 13, 2008
Sparks from the Fire 