murana

....Layers of skin-like struggle torn open by salvation


Mirthful messiahs transcending while traveling in these gaping wounds


Smirking as martyrs while marking minds with a neo myth that expands
like light


Anguishing prophets from the vessels where it moves on a wave of
sacred plight


So bittersweet, this irony, where a heart of hearts sustains a macabre
circus of purpose


Appendages independently obey and make the symbol of the resurrection
on their bodies


They remember death as it wasn't


Their legs make pilgrimages inside as an infinite tread


Laughing on top of it all is a god head


Saviors are like men-like atomic syringes


Intravenously injecting themselves into the arms of atlas


Sorting out our weighty philosophical conundrums as if they were
physical


Helping to build the setting where the mind trips its switches to
begin the light show:


Because the space they rip open blinds us


It's only after the wounds heal and the pupils constrict do we see
what they left in their wake


A being who's been bled out and cried over...