beautiful homunculus

love ripped through your brightened veins
you wondered how much you could possibly take
the blood (a choir) roaring inside you
rushing to shape a song inside you

naught can be done to hasten the healing
but you have to know they’re only scars
and i love you, my homunculus
hurt and all

your voice was sandpaper’s rasp
no one understood, who among them could
blood in a cage, no doors inside you
no release for the song inside you

naught can be done to hasten the healing
but you have to know they’re only scars
and i love you, my homunculus
hurt and all

you’re loved, deplumed, so no more pretense
no longer can you be about mere survival
blooded for life, a kindling inside you
the filaments of song deep inside you

 

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018

16 thoughts on “beautiful homunculus

  1. Damn. Damn. Damn. This is way too deep, even for you Tony. While I can see Mr. Von Smith’s point of view, it feels more like the crossroad at the end, where the choice is between letting go of everything and gathering the courage to carry on. This sounds like a prayer, urging for the latter.

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