At Your Feet

At your feet
I lay
Anguished
Embattled.
Rogues, we are.

Mercy,
Spare me not.
I,
The not
Of the fooled lot;
The many.

Spoils, thus, rot
In vanquish.
I weep
Internal symphonies
Until
My liquid lullabys
Cease
And hush.

You,
Only you
Can soothe.

My beloved,
Yet, soothes
This terror.
The collective
Forlorn
Yet, unaware
Of their treasure.

At your feet,
I lay.
Crystal tears
In eyes
That have seen
Too deeply.

Abysmal waves
I seep
Such
Sorrow.

At your feet,
I lay.

At you feet,
I pray.

I am.

Mind Corridors

Mind corridors
Walking in silent
I delve.
Each one of us
Passing the other silent
Vigilance
Hyper
Yet,
Passive.

All persons passing
Ephemeral
Each but a thought.
These thoughts
Temporal
Each here
In our reality.

This mind
This matrix
Unbind
The correlation

Each person passing;
A portal
To the divine.

Each person passing
So beautiful
Let us
Not
Pass each other
Blind.

Soft Catharsis

I sought your face
And found my own.
Soft catharsis
Seeking
Supple souls.

I sought your breath
And found your resonance
In my lungs.
Internal kingdoms
We breathe as one.

I sought you
In your entirety
And in
This essence,
This soft seeking
I surrendered.
Thus, this seeking ended.

Now seeing
Beyond that veil
Soft catharsis
In my lungs
Internal kingdoms,
We breathe as one.