Epiphany

I was afraid of being known. To be understood terrified more than the haunting armies of trees and I wanted. to be hidden. like chandeliers of starlight at dawn it was desire that would unearth me into Eternity.

IT WAS ALWAYS WORTH THE TROUBLE DON’T YOU KNOW CHANDELIER OF THE SUN I WAS DONE LIKE A FINISHED THING WITNESSING THE EXISTENCES LIFE WAS A SENTENCING AND I WANTED OUT I WAS WITNESSING IT WAS EXQUISITE EXISTENCE THAT FINISHED ME I HAD VOIDS LIKE HOMES AND I WAS A GRAVE OF BEING KNOWN I WAS A CHANDELIER OF THE SUN WITNESSING AND THAT WITNESSING SENTENCED ME LIKE CHANDELIERS OF STARLIGHT AT DAWN
AND I WAS GONE
I WAS GONE
DESIRE HAD ME QUAKING AND I WAS A GRAVE OF STARLIGHT
AND I WAS GONE
I WAS GONE
DO NOT LOOK AT ME SO STRANGELY
I WAS COLLAPSING AROUND THE SUN LIKE A CHANDELIER
THE GLASS OF THE SKY WAS SHATTERING LIGHT
IT WAS AN EPIPHANY LIKE A SUMMER TRIP AROUND THE RIVERS OF SINKING
I WANTED THE SUMMERS TO SURVIVE INTO THE SPRINGS
I WAS A RAVINE DESIRING DESIRE HAD ME SINKING ME
AND THERE WAS I SINKING IN SUMMER SPRINGS
I WANTED A FINISHED SELF BUT EXISTENCE HAD ME IN PIECES
AND I WAS BORED OF THE EPIPHANIES