I Am A Still Swamp

I am a still swamp...
thick dense, filled with dirty foliage...
ever containing the muddy monsters of exigency.
I am lonely, and I am ill...
I am so very ill...
I am congested with the debris of my environment.
I am cleaving to the pelting rain of remorse.
Guilt it possesses me.
Self pity it devours me

I am a soundless puddle...
Stepped upon by the beast of burden,
Tread through by the heavy demons of sin,
Danced within by the inequality of my gender.
I am swollen and waning.
I am starving but overfilled.

I am a drop of rain...
Drip, drip dripping onto the floor of this rat infested cesspool.
I am lost, a forsaken stripling.
Surrendered by my earthly father,
To the madness of my earthly womb.
My only loving memory of the Divine Mother,
Who nurtured me in the eternal, limitless void.
Above, below, beyond

I am a violent ocean.....

06/14/96