Death III

Breathing is painful beneath the heavy-laden curtain
--air scarce, our lives were like cages.
The letters on stone always before me
We had to look away whenever he came out

Even the fading radiance is too blinding
I knew my eyes would be gouged out of their sockets
Pathetic, I am proven.
But I breathe, just the same.
The same, that's the problem

Something's in the scarlet
I never noticed the colour of the veil
when we wore it--an aged tiresome shade, like brick
(yet our hearts could not be eroded)

This is freedom? We deny the law of it.

Then something, like Su Duko and Caramilk
Glory_____Mercy_____Newness
Be
cause the hour of divine abandonment brings me home
Be
cause the old curtain is removed, and new linen I'm given
Be
cause the veil, our veil, is newly torn
I cannot wait to see my Bridegroom,
when scarlet means white
and with joy and victory I run

my Love, my Freedom, my
breathing now effortless
though I'm conscious of every inhalation
through the split in the curtain


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