A Prelude To The Aftermath

I stood open
Like a coat with its collars out
Watching the eddies engulf
Small horizons
Spread across the drowning fields of dark passion
Ivory bodies;
Burning like lightbulbs 
Float without feeling their flesh 
Turn into tentacles 
Those roots with mind 
And headless intent
Searching depths
Forbidden to the common kind

There is a sense of self
Without understanding 
Which echoes from mouth to mouth 
Of every mortal marching in tandem
With the balance between their breaths
Or how else would dreams in death defy
Their short lived immortality 
And return to the shared seed
That individual’s agony;
Of being the answer to another’s need 

Parched thoughts 
Eyelids whispering 
The story of skin upon skin
In histories unwritten 
Monuments crumbling 
Under the weight of that original sin
Of having known
Right from the wrong
In veins; dyed blue
Pulse of a heart that do not belong
To the common questions 
Left to muse 
In the silence of philosophy 

I can feel my own eyes 
Watching themselves 
In reflection 
Unable to adjust 
To the depths 
Reaching out of the abyss for the sky
I swallow the tempest 
So my clothes can stay dry
Beneath bare feet and stilettos 
The ghettos are the same
If my mind is Medusa 
The world is Poseidon to blame 
But the wheel it shall 
Be ever on the roll
For every man down
There is another to make it whole