avenues of sanctuary

1::
Rays soothe the scars of incineration,
embrace and reclaim what is wounded
and subdued.
Revelation in meticulous suicide
remedied only by catastrophic procreation
between soil and flesh.
Grit against the self-inflicted grime
accumulated in emptiness -
lost, but boundless energy
evidenced in a discreet balance
between agony and earth.

2::
Terror, so many routine cries
docked silent in the ebb
of incarceration.
Tragedy of flesh torn from
anticipation of boundlessness,
imposition of the chronological weave
leaves the heroic victims
scarred valueless by merciless castration.
Salvation only in the
accumulation of stolen libido
mutually stripped and surrendered
in order to preserve vitality
and consciousness of life.

3::
Terror, so many routine cries.
Fist skillfully modeling silence,
He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water
And judged a problem by its awkwardness.
No one could hear it but him: make me a heroine
You don't know how lonely I am.
He knew how best beauty's born of hardihood;
And thought, let us have done with it, for now at last.