Now what could hold me back?
I already allowed impulse to devour me:
Made myself a slave to the wretched portion,
Defiled by lack of wisdom and restraint.
Yet though self-eaten, I survived
To renouce that manner of living
And to rise into the much-feared self.
The glorious potential that terrifies,
Pearl song of transmutation and joy.
A midnight swan in the nacre sky,
Phoenix of bismuth and ruby.
Nameless beauty: you are every face,
You are every sin, you are every grace.
You pulled me with a hearthsome fist
Through dregs and disillusionment,
And still you magnetize me to
Some fate unthinkable.
Blessed be the curse
Of my decisions, and
Thy medicine.
@d-pend