X, Y, and Z

Wandering alone
Over the soft earth
Of my nothingness
The one filled with quagmires and
Dutch elm disease
I utter incoherent thoughts
Cold and feverish
Once again
Waiting for the calm to crystallize
And the barriers that bind my mind
To release
Transforming the satyrs and the sadness
Slowing the anger
That devours my longing
And opening myself to love
That surrounds me
Embracing my sorrow
Wiping my tears
Keeping me alive for another
Night
Writhing in darkness
As my sanity is consumed
Over and over again
My knees scrape along the jagged rocks
The fertilized eggs
Giving birth to my fears
You hold the torch to my salvation.