Anchoress

All I know is I squandered my body
I stumbled, foundered the sound, it awed me
I begged for my rights, they were given, I entered
The hole of my soul for foreseeable winter

I turn to the shred of a song I remember
A shocking ember, a penitent thunder
Vanishing violent flicks of the finger
I've been through the ringer
I've been through the ringer

It was cold
It was dark
It was excellent

I was bold
A lit spark
A testament

I query the crowd to consider your eye
Discard everything else, keep only your eye
But all of your vices, your vitriol, venomous
Bursting, absurd, from a sopping wet sky

Oh, it is agony!
Raging polyphony!
Learning, unlearning the jump skips of time
Slowly unspooling the thinking and schooling
Debraiding the inside, my old rigid spine

It was cold
It was dark
It was excellent

I was bold
A lit spark
A testament

In all my delirium, sixteen showings
Brief, brittle knowings appear on the wall
A pink magisterium, rushing, blood-filled
Writes in a physical, animate scrawl

Brave little windows, sweet gummy silos
Leaking their contents all over the air
Far-flung, weightless, earnest and shapeless
Thrown in the ether as sharp as a prayer

It was cold
It was dark
It was excellent

I was bold
A lit spark
A testament

A quivering dawning escapes from the thicket
Stained glass amasses, at last, here's my ticket
Inter-dimensional currents of ether
Christen the hopeless believer
Christen the hopeless believer