baring pain

baring pain

two words two whirls two worlds held together

in the midst of all this

where i am

in the bad lands

in this space, in a spans

in my chasm

of Grief and Despair

in a marriage of words

this Union of Heartache and Suffering

that hope can not break up

that comfort can not enter in

that Life

will not interrupt

only Death walks

into the midst

of all This

great chasm, this spans

in my space

amongst the tombs of the dry bones bad lands

only Skin that has been covered, layer upon layer, with this Night's linen wrap

will endure

this gap

with its searings, its strippings

that leave

Scars

my thousand silver bars

i have

to cleave

there is no where to spend

only Lungs that have inhaled

stifling, bristling, dying dust

will survive

impaled

because they must

Breathe

with in the depths

of these caverned dark tar pits

my endless Deaths of Its

only Lips that have kissed

the parched wrinkled mouth

of the Behemoth's underbelly

may Speak

of lily white thorns, alabaster horns, the womb of the morn

in two words.  two whirls.  two worlds

Held

Twogether

Here

in the midst

of the Badlands of the Living

in a Marriage

of Words

i am and I Am

baring pain

Still

Baring

Beauty

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