tantamount

tantamount to a fire
i scribe my umbrage across the rings
a new line a new fine
an unaffordable sin
foolishly grabbing at shaven ingrown hairs
forget straws
this is that ultimate descent of your dreams
the one you always wake up from before u hit
this time the bottom is an inferno
of which u will recover
your past produced noisome substances
of which only decease is the procurement of ones
ultimate destiny.
pure kismet
the acquisition
of my aura's ascension to golden hues.
if plummeting off my own soul's precipice
is the only way i can retrieve my sanity
so be it
this new latitude is tantamount to a chesire smile
that i won't permit to escape
unless within secure perimeters
but still happy on the greener side.
war torn & battle scarred
but spirit strong and eternally loved.
Selah.
©2007 Linda Gaven