Holy Crossroads

Meet me on the corner of grey and obsolete so I can teach you how to fade.
I’ll teach you to let moon dust collect in the folds of your hair
the pockets of your clothes
You’ll learn to let oblivion turn to black
turn to an emptiness that rests its soft, silver head on your chest.
Remove your robe of memories
strip regret from your silky skin
set fire to your bondage
Only then can you close your eyes
only then can you dissolve into air
Wait for your son to join you at this holy crossroads
and you’ll walk hand in hand into the dark.

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