Blue Baptism

Heavy mental.

Drain dripping on stolen rental;

Self berating in it's own space.

Steel clad armour's clinking unclinging,

to the sound of tears' soft jazz singing.

A downturned, mournful, exhausted face.

Rock bottom's heavy re-assent

-to the place from where one fell

-to the place for which one's meant.

Crying oceans cleansing deep,

the vessel of this emotional leap.

Reconfigure my wiring to feel more true,

among the shades of this wavering hue.

Waves rippling through chirping hope,

into condensation-less skies.

Soaring I spy a break of clarity,

before the break of sunrise.

Paint me in what must feel like hydrogen,

taste like life and smell like newness.

I'm afraid I have to let go of all my lingering shrewdness.

For there is no revelation without a deep meditation

-A cycle of constant "where to go next"

And so I point my arrow to due North, once again it reflects;

In particles alluding to progressive paradoxes in this prism,

I go on embracing layer after layer of this ritualistic blue baptism.