Woman With A Parasol

And I want to be severed in half
Across the stomach
Have each piece fall out
Cut into infinity
Into a new frame
Turned over
On the ground, the ground
It sits
I want Satan to crawl up from below
I want him to slither his way beneath me
I want him to rise to the spot just below me
And stay
As a reminder that evil is in me
As a reminder that good is above me
I strive
When I was a child I gazed to the skies to find distance
A still frame projecting
I’ve dreamed of a woman like a picture
With wide brown eyes, curving up towards the ends
I’ve  witnessed whispering winds of Julia’s sweeping brown hair
Woman, you’ve set me on fire and the Holy Spirit has unlocked the door
Breathing into me an explosion never known
Tails flailing with licks of sunset
The dust settles in patterned whirls
Highlighted by the sun glistening
Putrid fumes of death escaped her fiery body
Movement has ceased
Yet her aura persists
Until finally dissipated
I’ve dreamed of a woman with brown eyes in despair
I’ve felt warm whirling winds of Julia’s sanity pass
And who has witnessed the sacred science but me?
Who else has gazed at painted love?
I see her twirl as a misleading vortex surrounds her
I see her leap as if the earth had departed her
And heaven had pulled her in
When she rotates, I only see the world spinning with her
And when she stops, the world continues on

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