His mind is beautiful. Riddled with a broken paranoia. Deluded by the loud thought of Psychosis and her ever galloping chariot.
He is wrought with divine mistruths, and half truths- blinded eyes, and eyes that occasionally see.
I don't think anyone has ever told him...
It is because he is a Seer.
Even I...the thought of which, escaped occasionally. Yet Spirit had touched my eyes and heart at once again,
Over his Divine breaks.
And showed me the life of his fervors-
Chagrinned by epilepsy of thought,
A deluge of neutral purgatories
Aiming ever to keep some status quo bequeathed to him.
He however,
Was always born different, desperately resisting and repairing oneself- to fit in.
I...
Had always thought he was beautiful...torment and all. Not like I liked seeing his ridged cutting edges, but that....
I sought perhaps to sand them down.
It was true love, hidden in the fragility of cruelty bound to keep even the beautiful things away.
A Shaman now...
I can not elude the face I have been marked by.
I can not sing it to sleep in me,
For he wakes and walks,
and in my dreams, he finds me.
And in my soul, he refuses to make invisible-
To nullify
The void now left.
It was the price of loving
A mind many would admire and come to despise. For he was cruel and savage
When needing to taunt love away.
I sat in the irony of the temple
Marked of the man I would love
For no reason other than his mark upon my soul-
Tapped by the resonance of his voice.
The body of his mind.
I became a Holy man caught between worlds...
Shadow beckoning me further.
Ego screaming "Gut Him Out!!", with the ferocious rage of Medusa spited,
Inner turmoil ignited of seething rage
That "we" can not control the territory he has taken over
Within us.
I roared and bellowed, begged and beckoned forth any cause, any solution,
Any distraction or evolution
That stood no chance
Against his Simplicity.
He is....
A simple man.
So simply human, so innately lost,
So mirrored in everything we train for and run from.
And I loved him.
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