Legion

long winter
evenings
spread out
cold
dead
buried

mythology
recreates
the first
spider
in this
house

indescribable
innocence

when
one
whispers
"God is alone"

as it
should be
for me

grotesque
visions
stemming
from
weariness
and
weakness

create
a space
filled
with
laughter
light
love

unbeknownst
to me

unreal
and
unseen

to those
who watch
my
death
rattle

i
ascend
to
the
northern
star
by
the southern
wind