A Pale Palace

In the fields, barren sand, stood a castle

Long untouched by our worn hands

Gazing up beyond endless heights

Through past life illusions

From restless, painful nights

A mirage of forgotten pleasure

A carpet stained-red wine

Oxytocin in the place of oxygen

I rest my neck upon the collapsing Boiling floor

Water drops down murky screens

Each novel stone raining memory

I look up

To watch the colour stream

A stone soak of hallowed water

Will not cleanse looming scars

Subverted comfort

Clenching the indelible letter

With rose intent the seal marked

(Open it)

"What age would do to your flaking gold Skin

With the stories you only tell to birds

Of what it could have been

When you're no longer the hermit

Shifting shells like silver linings"

(it reads)

"Melancholia"

(A sun swollen lock

Fit a moon fused key)

I'm locking doors

I'm burning sage

I'm locking doors

You're burning sage

You're locking doors

I'm burning sage

I'm locking doors

I'm burning