chun cel contritionem

today we walked amongst giants

gods and goddess alike

soft white lines through veins

hard corners of bronze and exotics

free to residents

and utterly impossible

we pulled cards

quiet conversations

divinity

esoteric glances

whispers of soul

scrying within the confines of art

winks and soft touches

the gentleman

the serpent

and the goddess of war

sweet lullabies

and the children who don't know to scream

take away their pain

take away their brush

take away their gods

the trash blowing in the wind

has it

the chaotic ballet of blustery

be trash and bend with it, sweetheart

stratago captimus

the nights became crowded

whispers from the stacks of archives

voices echoing from the energy

trapped in those pages

shapes began harmonizing

i wandered through them all

inebriated hands fumbling

remembering what she told us

i knew it then but not now

we have to keep our secrets

the bard wrote me a letter

kind and true

wax sealed on parchment paper

dear wizard - i’ll be needing symbols

she will have it her symbols

sigils

alchemical twisting of energies

the letter read different that night

it talked of entities

answering the whispers

a sigil of souls

i married the shapes

using the oracle

i created a skeletal structure

with written prayer i manifested intention

layering energies

creating something new

an entity

a being

a symphony of shadows

synesthesia

the sacred art, stratago captimus