CONFESSION ZERO

( CNN World ) Volcano eruption forces closure of Iceland airspace Oh! Cry your magma! Eject your lava, I’ve better things to come than your shattered escape. Your sky of soil can’t sway the vow locked inside of me; the bend of my tectonic pate, a brow of coiled wishes oozing forth, whispering of a serenity and crimson Love. Congregating with humanity, diverging from what’s old, newly honoring the earth, escaping the scabs of battle, my plumes of affection erupt across rifts of doubt, spoke I. Howl allegiance with the mountain and the tree, sing the universe with praise and burst forth your care, divide them among my brethren of blood and affection that waits on a merry Love. Remember the eruption when it flees my torrid mouth. Hold off any deceit that gushes like magma from you, instead, join with the surface calling out for kindness, spoke the coiled prayer. These tall rifts speaking in a natural dialogu...

( Explorers Percussion ) It comes into me with the wind. The door, having closed after me, stands now as my entrance to escape with me nestled safely behind it. Behind my door I sense angers loss, unhappy chains rattling like a Kai-chilampu, fists pounding out their truth upon the skin like a drum with taut flesh for cover. I know I'm ready. I know I'm all set, waiting on the procession to finish throbbing. Her arms reach for the door with questions, I remind her that I’m here, my vault of tears. She stands with me in her great silence like a statue, her eyes filled with old spirits, hands reaching down to touch the path she knows I cannot walk alone. Her answer spoke in the gust of air. The question no longer seemed relevant. We took the other’s hand with great care, her silence moved through me like worship. Her spirit comes into me with the breeze. The door handle begins to shudder,...