Friday, 9 December 2016


You Adams
I was never your sundown at Eve.
Your patriarchal ribs
built the cage in my chest
but the drumming of my heartbeat
was always to my own anthem.

You God
I was never your fallen.
Your old testaments
had no cause to be
carved as stone prophecies
into the wells of my palms.

You Demons
I was never your battlefield.
So I lay down sword and shield
and kneel within the circle
of your Legion
with open arms and spirit. 

For I belong whole.
I belong precious.
I belong living.
I belong.

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