The Siege of Harmonious Cathedrals

Published in The Auburn Circle

This mirror-plated prison echoes loudly –

My insecurities and inhibitions scream blood-curdling

Obscenities. Oozing, dripping of desire and vitality,

I can only trace affirmations in the green, grime covered walls.

Grotesquely, I multiply from every angle, growing Cerberus (heads and arms)

Of perfect proportions. How beautiful it must be to remain pearl with purity

And a golden glow that would put the Gates to shame. With remorse,

Adam’s creation causes chaos of unimaginable seismicity.

Jagged, silver shattered pieces reflect my pigeon-eyed soul,

Unaware of the repercussions of my ignorant sacrament.

Rose spills, as I scrape the pieces to heaps of hopelessness -

Revealing a kaleidoscope cipher of images past.

Lost in the image of perfection is humility;

thus gained, once more, in the war of my psyche.