Stiches

Stiches - Language of Shapes

For reasons that we may never know

The gates to this labyrinth are locked

But the maps been left behind

And so to the heart of this monster we go

Hand to hand and back to back

With a fire in the mind

And from this wild and holy flame

We emerge unscathed

A writhing searing stellar snake

Kissed the earth and the sky awake

No sense of the fury

No sense of the violent consequence

Of a species disappointed

Hypnotized to worship obsolescence

Open to folds of space we've never known

Stitches of skin and bone discarded

For bodiless flight

Beings of day dissolve in the night

All the terror we've known

Just shadows from myopic eyes

And from this pulsing nova gate

We emerge reborn

No longer human more like the snake

Winged and crowned and rainbowscaled

No space for the fury

No space for the violent consequence

Of an ego's disappointments

Of a human need to feel love

To feel love to feel love