Thursday, February 11, 2016

veridical paradox

a/n: thank you to S for the title


this is a slavery of joy, my child
not a slavery of tears

a bondage of rejoicing
and not of weeping

my child, my darling, my love
that which i made
soul of my own soul

for i intended you to dance,

be it barefoot on the broken bones
until your feet bleed

can you breathe?
if not,
see visions.

can you see?
if not,
dream dreams.

my love is for the unbounding of rivers
the breaking of dams
the unleashing of waters and floods

my love is for giving, and taking
for the making free
and for the binding