Principalities In Bone

My heart its aching's gone, and then
I see i don't remember when
the sky's pearlescent spell fell on my throne

Don't you know me?
I'm the one you write about
alone.

Broken, humbled, numb and wise
I let the light behind my eyes go out
( It's not as if i haven't grown )

Won't you tell me
how my story ever could be
known?

Barefoot in the sand i ran to someone
once who held my hand,
Our dreams encoded poems in my bones

You described him ~
in your sleep you must've
over-flown.

I've soldiered through the years somehow
The princess lost her muse, but now
just as she achieved the safety zone?
Cartons of my writings wait
on me to type, it's getting late
if they'll be seen before I've turned a crone. . .

*

Why is it we set to words
what other people never heard
except in Latin back when priests intoned

Will you tell me?
Please tell the one you write
about alone.

It's not a happy calling this,
more like a curse I wouldn't miss
if I should reincarnate as a drone

Do you hear me
even though I'm writing here
at home?

Today I played your latest songs,
and like a wayward Falungong
you tell the world my secret life is blown:
The people that i know, you name
The things I write in code you flame ~
Unintended herald, it's like listening to some clone. . .

*

Years ago the chinese cat
got sick, abandoned in my flat
The bastard didn't want to hear him moan

We're both crazy
or caught inside a matrix
yet unknown.

Principalities
In
Bone