The One Rite for Rust
Nothing needs be here
bereft of sound, and fear, and light,
betray your senses
rend your "real"
for here is now
and here is right.
The metal is your temple
stress and pressure are your prayer
you feel the rust
but bless the water
pouring in
the spirit of the night.
Body left to fall away
a moonlit reverie; is kept
within, without; it fails to be
tonight
the night is all.
Command your naught and precious being
ascend, ascend, ascend, ascend
a shawl, so light, to ride the wind
in joy
till sense departs
it departs.
Night can't last,
but asks
Do you?
For if your eyes were now to open
you may find it hard to place
awake? asleep? apart? awoken?
none
you're free
and rust is here to stay.
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