Ode to the Length of Days

One can take only so much suffering as would heaven permit tears fall from one's eyes to the earth,

and salt between the lips, and bitter bile gushing through the heart

beaten, broken, but unsurrendering to circumstances

for the end of this phase of the journey towards the next

in the realm of demigods and earthly immortals.

One can only take so much bitterness as hell would permit fiery fury upon the earth and raze heaven to the ground, thrusting,

with intense heat

bursting with extreme cold

feeling nothing more than silence, and hearing nothing more than darkness

only to see the womb open up to the light of immaculate dawn tainted with oblations of human blood

only in its purest state.

souls traveling towards the denying road, unwelcoming, unsoothing

souls washed with blood

sweat and

tears.

drenched with hope

"read me, as if though I was absent."

In my mind, it is as if Ophelia, met Pablo.