Starry Night

An imaginary village, in an imaginary mind By an imaginary hand, from imaginary lands Costumes, and spectacle The subtleties of a grand ball In an adjacent hall, the boy knelt down Pretending, hidden and invisible He mended the doll of his sister And withdrew from nomination Floating in the limelight Of simple overtones And childhood fantasy Counting the buttons Of innocent youth Prisoners were calling, deep inside his mind Various voices, the baker and the priest He silenced them as best he could But the beast in the corner Underneath a coat of arms Saw to it that phantoms should persist Those red eyes, that only he could see Frozen, and penetrating Steeped in depravity The boy wiped tears from his eyes And focusing on supplies Stitched a ragged cross Into the chest Where tufts of cotton broke free Stitching patiently, of necessity Nervous and buried within Trapped behind his eyes His hands, moving autonomously In a contant itch, in a rocking pose Murmuring, muttering with sound From around the corner, a woman appeared Those eyes faded, that she did not see Come along, she said to me Come into the night Let us go to the river, where everything's alright I appeared within myself, noticing dim and translucent hands Scarred, and justified without demands Soft, and small Alright, said the boy That night the river was very cold Stars shone brightly, in a rapturous hold Of magic, white light; barely visible We disrobed and bathed Shivering, but not her tender skin With precision she took hold Knowing exactly where to begin I felt her showing me tastes, closing my eyes Snaking, lifting, our withering embrace Turning to dust in the stream, picking me up Again and again; so lost, clinging to the currents Beneath my knees; clipping my wings, deeply In the thoroughfare: where golden vines Wrapped around the eye inside my mind Tearing at the worth, of my being In a nightmare, tearing apart my wings Like a frightened boy; scared of becoming Something more The moon hung overhead, and summoned the dead To the river, winding and carving its way Through his heart, soils and silt Basking in the guilt, of the ages That's when I learned that evil lived here, and that the beast was in control I felt my morays disintegrate and my boundaries evaporate All that was left was the soul of a man, resting, in the palm of her hand She smiled and said to me, "Delightful," revealing her inner thoughts A furnace alive, I simply could not take it anymore So I grabbed a rock and bashed her skull Again Again She fell like a landslide gushing blood Floating down the riverbank, in pieces To the waterfall; where she surely sank Drowning half-aware, like a doll I wiped the blood from my little hands, imaginary hands And gathered my things back on the land, imaginary lands Wrestling with my inner self Newly born: a man Tiny, at a grand ball And taking notes, for you