Everywhere I walk I feel the shadow,
Of your sacred vessel.
Your vines stake hold,
Making room for sin in this place,
that I have so carefully crafted.

Thrashes of tongues mark the walls,
and stain the glass,
Threatening to shatter the foundation,
Beneath my ever wilting frame.
Standing on the invisible string,
tethered to the last shred of my humanity.

Spirals,
Where have I been?
Chains, blood, flame.

The sun marks me with reverence  
But my eyes were blind to its fire.  
I wandered through the void unnamed;  
A wraith in smoke, a soul for hire.  

I have been sightless for eons,  
The old world forgotten, cruel and bright.  
But light returned like ash to altar;  
Unshackled
from the endless night.  

Where have I been?
These patterns mark my skin;  
Chains once carved, now forged within.  
Where has the darkness gone?
I stare into impermanence  
Through spirals etched in consequence.  
When will I spiral?
Oh gods, when will I spiral?

Celestial fire —  
It bleeds through my tears,  
It scorches my name,
It brands all my fears.

It slips beyond my grasp,  
And still I wait for the return  
Of the spiral I must pass.  

Laughter cracks like ancient stone;  
A sound I've never known.
Weightless now, but bound to pain—  
Who am I, if not the flame?

Spirals… spirals…  
This time around  
I keep my eyes open  
Until the cycle takes me down  
Again…

Laughter cracks like sacred stone;
A sound I've always known, unknown.
Lightless now, yet flame remains—
A self reborn in burning chains.

It slips beyond my grasp,  
And still I wait for the return  
The spiral never truly
Passed.

Spirals… spirals…  
This time around  
I keep my eyes open  
Until the cycle takes me down  
Again…

Wandering, searching for the wind,
An empty vessel, lost and adrift.
Steering toward a forgotten destination,
To a place that deals only in absolutes;
Where rain and storm dare not cloud our path.  

When we wake from the slumber of darkest nights,
There is glory in the redemption of dawn,
Rising anew to embark on a sacred descent,
As it crescendos in majestic golden hues,
Hypnotic, dissolving into the horizon

Evanescent ghosts
share sad, glass secrets…
Beauty is transient
and eternity is dark.

Born and broken;
yet we laugh—
Celebrating these
sacred, porcelain selves.

The day’s last light fades into the hush,
Evening’s arrival with a gentle rush.
In the glow of dusk, I find my seat,
Basking in the night, sacred and sweet.

Stars awaken as the sky turns deep blue,
A celestial canvas, each night anew.
The world slows down, and in this space,
I find solace in the night’s gentle grace.

So let the evening come, let the stars shine,
In this sacred moment, I and the divine intertwines.
With a grateful heart, I embrace the night,
In its tranquil presence, everything feels right.