this sickness

 

It’s this illness it’s this sickness

It is the deprivation of flesh

That drives these eyes mad

My mind to malcontent

This deprivation of the flesh

 

That creates the uneasy sense

In my mind in my body

In the hidden forms I found

With the cress of hand to cheek

 

Bravo smile painted eyes

Cardigan laugh, childs touch

This false life I create

Birthing a new mask tree branch

 

Everyday my desire for a cure

To this flesh to flesh sickness

Knowing only ten faces

That are the antidote

 

For my failing

     heart

          mind

               to body

 

Counting down to the too long

          days

               weeks

                      months

 

Till the needles in hand

Enters sole existence

Temporarily once more

Author's Note

Cp. 10:12PM Mon 10/08/07 TV2 Mix Writing Continued, Tired Ok remembering (Written Lenore)