Casting spells at your altar
\nCalling for me to become untimely real
\nThe loving \u2018thing\u2019 you never had
\nand despite all here I came.
\nA shot came through of purest love,
\nThat love not felt by us for years
\nCommanded to me by some inner calling
\nEncouraged and beckoned
\nOn I float and come so close nearby.<\/p>\n
Then come I come and whats all about,
\nbut where I arrive no welcome\u2019s near.
\nA fortress avoidant and walls most bleak.
\nWhy call on me now for this?
\nWhile every intimacy an invasion seems,
\nEros spread so thin so no where sticks.
\nIn destructive rampage I reach out.
\nI meet every snare and trap you laid
\nWounded and cut I stagger through
\nNo drawbridge lowers and no moat abates
\nYet on I wander through and through.<\/p>\n
How dare I care, how dare I exist
\nEvery step I make is a terrible wrong.
\nBoundaries drawn and redrawn to keep me out.
\nI falter and I stutter so confused of whats about.
\nIf finally you kill me off
\nthen know you must no more may come,
\nchances so precious we must all change,
\nas prayers are only answered from above.<\/p>\n
When one stares so deep into mortar stone
\nthen blinkered forgets the world beyond.
\nTaking comfort in the harshest materials,
\nas harsh breeds harsh and constructs this here.
\nI glimpse behind this place with momentary wonder,
\nAs did you when kneel you did and made your incantations.
\nYou sorcerer’s apprentice cast so well
\nand water comes and water comes
\nno wall you make can keep it out.<\/p>\n
I trip and knock defences here and there,
\nshow the hollow insides of idols near,
\ndivesting of what we truly don\u2019t need.
\nIf such spells could cast us dearly so,
\nthen maybe it was this same current called on
\nwhich now comes to push these barriers away.
\nCling not to stone or wood or clay,
\nWealth abounds wherein we pray.
\nWhat a curse to finally get what you invoke,
\nAccusing the universe for the horror it provoke.<\/p>\n
I really never meant no harm,
\nbut felt this call with perfect calm.
\nThis confusing and confounding tear,
\nglace up our stars have crossed so near.
\nYet come as asked and shunned with fear,
\nHow could this magic have brought me here?<\/p>\n
Why do you wish for the last thing you can handle,
\nI am not a golem made for you my dearest.
\nI cry myself to sleep and say,
\nhere I am my promised love please stay.
\nMy life goes on without unlimited scope,
\nmy will was aligned to meet your plight,
\nI trained my whole life long time
\nconditioned by all I felt and knew
\nto manage to still survive,
\nto come now and know you.<\/p>\n
When amputate me you did,
\nI have nothing but faith to hold me here,
\nyet I know you threw your purest wish for us.
\nI see inside that far tower there,
\nwhere waits a prisoner bound by herself,
\nwalled in and chained up so tight,
\nneeding the merest gift of light.
\nI wait outside these mighty walls,
\nwith arrows thrown and rocks down too,
\nwith calmness and sure footing of place.
\nSurviving for that one promised day,
\nwhen exhausted ramparts will fall down,
\nand our children openly spring forth,
\nand then I know my heart does say
\nthat we may live forever more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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