She said, in the dark arms of a comfortable beast

 She said, in the dark arms of a comfortable sleep, I see now the beauty in the precipice....
 She said, as she watched the world weep, I see now the darkness in the arms of the beast...
 She spoke of the woken wounds that spilled all over the page, the forsaken pangs of anger that killed all sense of the pain....
she spoke of the dawning Light whose face taunts the rage, the most shaken filaments of Sight whose dance haunts the Cage...
 She said, it brings me to my knees, to watch the infection ooze from the Deep, the hidden hatred that unveils itself as the Secrets Wake from Sleep....
 She said, it has its own beauty, this rotting corpse that pretends to breathe, the self righteousness of the mighty crowds who worship their own beliefs...
 She spoke of the Blue Demons who wrap their souls in Delusion, spitting vitriol that seethes and oozes thru the Scrolls in the Book of Faces of the Mirror...
She spoke of the Red Demons who wrap their souls in Complaint, spitting vitriol that seethes and taints thru the Scrolls in the Book of Faces of The Mirror...
 She lifts the arms of darkness from the soft skin of her Shoulders, at peace with the pace of the chasm that encroaches...
 She shifts her attention to the lofty beginning of Time, undulating through the cyclic loop whose ending quickly approaches....
 She spoke of Nothing which Mattered, as Everything Shattered Internal mirrors,  
 She spoke of the Fragments who so desperately cling to the rapture of Eternities Tears. 


 The true Beauty of this Energetic Feast that is happening in the Arms of the Beast....this dimensional Diaphanous Harvest of Hearts and Minds in the Liminal Test of Souls Strength .....
 Is to lift the veil and own ones own Hatred and Terror...  
 For I see, all Around me, the putrid seeds of Agony frothing and falling into the hands of the Marionette, whose strings are paved with Hope and Regret
 

 The True Pregnancy Test is not Whether the Line Glows Red or Blue.... This Gestation is a Test of the Best and the Worst that Belongs to You....
 Can you own the salivating darkness that points it's fingers at the Other?
 Can you reMember that your own Delusion is worn by the face of an Other.....
 ....Simply for the sake of a more gentle awakening
 of your own Wholeness 
as it bursts from the Prison of your own Shame....???
 We Are All co-creators of this Elaborate Game 

Copyright Charleen Johnston
11-5-20