Daimons Embrace

In the in Between 
Before the dream
Overtook me...
That effervescent beam 
that clings
Like dew to my 
Mindscreen
After the dark night has risen
Like yeast inside of me
Shone Daimonic face
The trickster dressed in lace
And leather
And choking on feathers 
From my Flock
Mocked me
Pointed to the clock
And shook me from complacency
The Red Tale of Fires embrace
Rose like dawn
And threatened my Face
With scabs of disGrace
 from legions 
Spawn
Fighting for ascendancy
As I silenced the grim
Grip
Of their insistent
Whims 
And kept right on
The same old track
Of dependency
Ignoring the tortured truth
That swarmed my limbs 
And swore to remain imprisoned
Within...
Spoken to me in a cross
Between
Whisper and Scream
As I lay
Trapped in stasis
Peering at faces 
Whose skin
peeled like panic
From the ancient Dream...
 ...Worry of whether
I'm worthy of the flame
Grateful for the shocks
And the shards and the pain
That lodge within
The neural Stains
And strains of my heaving Heart...
"Stop Showing off...
And Make Real Art"
....and in a flash
The great Rash of
Impulsive Inaction 
Flickered in the Smile 
Of the Vixen who agreed
To stop feeding
On my flesh
If I vowed
To rise from the bowels
Of this Blessed Test
Of Will
And say Goodbye
To Patterns that Shatter
The Sanctity of Time
Trapped within loops
Of Mind...
As I Bleed within 
Mother Matter in
Fractal Flowers that Unfold
In Sacred Sines.

Charleen Johnston 
10-2-21