The Narrative Of The Lotus

“The Lotus sprang beneath the mouth;
its tail forgotten in the air
The Lotus screamed in tyranny
its beauty, its face smouldered by mud.
The Lotus attempts to break the hymen of repression
controlled by the frigidity of delay
The Lotus emerges in bathed-blood-birth:
Until its tears shine to create the day.

The Lotus
went walking
in silence
Moon allowed no one
to see
The Lotus
came forward
To talk of
Annihilation
The Lotus was rubbed
Into a sense of decay

And I the Lotus in the gallant night
Leaf upon the glorious twilight
Dawn and Dusk ever made
forged into one serenade
The Eve and Morn gossip with midday and Midnight
Conversed in tongues and tongues
forgotten in the ruptures –
waves of something in the brew

Lotus, Lotus
where are thou?
Upon the grass…
Why, what hath –
Oh! The Bruised
The Lotus cries
Then shouts
The Lotus
Must
Wage
The
Plated
Oblivion of belief.”

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s