Memento The hermit wears the pilgrim's shell, And naked searches for a home. There is a broken mirror leaking light, There is a vessel lined with thorns. There is a cage to hold a savage heart, Whose contra-rhythm beats against the bars. A body built of stolen things - Of broken glass and razor wire. Opal eyes reflecting borrowed spite, A single spark to fight against the gods. There is a thread unspooling To defy the loom; You never knew me, I never knew. Here is a book written in our blood, Une litanie de temps perdu. Moments coalescing into form, Where words perform the work of worms. “Decay exists as an extant form of life” #poetry #poetrycommunity