Pulling away from darkness,

emerging through the decay.

For decay brings by its nature;

growth and renewal.

Even if this image is unrecognizable,

this object contains

all foundations –

as we were before our decay.

Reach and expose,

the minerals and metals to the light.

See how they echo the sun.

See how they echo the Sun within.

Spring pushes through the winters night.

The time of awakening and sunrise.

The color of burning embers.

The Sun glows from within.

It is your awakening.

You push through the darkness all around you.

And all the knowledge

you no longer carry with you.

But, the knowledge we have learned,

is the knowledge that blends with our skin.

It is no longer carried in our arms,

caressed like a baby,

we do not want to fall.

It is no longer a burden.

A burden less we forget our teachings.

It glistens through our veins;

lays rust in our hearts,

and moistens our Soul.

Hidden behind vast decay.

Behind a crust that penetrates layers

by eating each layer away.

Reemerging from the burial of my soul.

Ghostly image appearing from an unmarked grave.

Salted water of oceans

disintegrates her features,

and

these drip down into blackness.

Dehydrated to a crust.

Red the only solid:

glues her image together.

Flakes of orange like leaves in autumn,

at her feet.

Forced to lay down,

to roll as an empty rusting bucket,

the container with no bottom.

A crust of Red exists,

with black and the light

and of sleep

and the day.

Rotting.

Skin of woman.

Old and Decayed.

Words that bang through.

Through my head.

Through my image.

All hidden by rust.

Red.

Earth red of decay.

Walking death always behind my steps.

Red wine liquid flowing.

Red soil bury me.

Sinking.

The ground is real,

just like a mirage

and is rising through my body,

my limbs and bones.

And now brown earth has buried me

Ivory white teeth.

Piercing through leather.

Uniting with meat.

Rotten Deep by decay.

Was it God?

Who laid a desert of fractured glass

I walked across in Red?

And soils dried to sands.

Pale human body,

on top of a bright colorful death.

Death shows colors,

the colors of decay.

No surface perfect –

Shattered glass

My copper flesh,

has materialized into green

with exposure to air.

I cannot say I witnessed the change.

The once mirrored surface

is now corroding

with biting green specks which cover me over.

I lay here in the darkness

beckoning Gold liquid to cover my skin.

For it to pour down,

and gently move into all crevices.

Then I would be Gold.

Gold to protect.

And Gold as an embellishment, 

which will reflect

all that is unable to be reflected below.

Each day,

when the water which passes over my flesh,

I see how the water

has changed the skin

that keeps all of me within.

And each day,

I notice another green fleck developing.

I know that my body will soon be covered to entirety.

And so now here I lay,

trying to wash these days from my pores.

Flushing salty water,

from each of my cells.

I imagine a blue light.

But I see it only in the distance,

just for a second.

Before it has disappeared,

and left only the red

remains behind my eyes.

I fall to a slumber

and wake to find,

that my skin is still changing  to green.

Water comes again and finds me

as it left me the day before.

Before I began wishing

for the liquid Gold

to cover

what covers

my soul

Pulling away from darkness,
emerging through the decay,
for decay brings in its nature;
growth and renewal.

Even if the image is unrecognizable,
this object contains all foundations,
as we were before our decay.

Reach and expose the minerals,
and metals to the light.
See how they echo the sun.
See how they echo the sun within.

Spring pushes through the winters night.
The time of awakening and sunrise.
The color of burning embers.
The Sun glows from within.
It is your awaking,

You push through the darkness all around you.
And all the knowledge you no longer carry with you.
For the knowledge we have learned,
is the knowledge that blends with our skin.
It is no longer carried in our arms,
caressed like a baby we do not want to fall.
It is no longer a burden.

A burden less we forget our teachings.
It glistens through your veins,
lays rust in our hearts,
and moistens the soul.

Everything we have known,
we see back through our minds.
but we understand,
knowledge and understanding,
lead themselves on to more,
knowledge and understanding.

Gold and wisdom,
penetrated through the skin,
penetrating gently through to our soul.

May I always learn.
And may my future teachings,
become less painful.