Tennessee (Tanasqui)

Goodbye to the cold breath that escaped my body, dissipating effortlessly into the night.

Adieu to all you hopeless whom sat blissfully with your hymns.

My footsteps echoed a song of solitude that sang its loneliness to the unbeknownst traveling by.

Under the neon illumination that tore a hole into the darkness, streets of history laid out, walked on, trampled under foot.

Amidst the cold, frigid night sky, I stand looking up into the obscurity, only to reminisce on linearity lost to time.

My feet may carry me to paths that reek of desolation, despair; irretrievably conscious of the pain that seemingly and chronologically follows me my entire existence.

But, where the reverberations echo off the graffiti, decrepit stone-laden walls...my pain transcends physical manifestations and transmutes into wisdom.

Wisdom that carries me to the forests that surround my aching heart.

In all these things that I have done, out of all those words spilled out onto canvas, like blood staining a porcelain sink, to the perplexities of my mind so beautifully split in its polarity...I sing a song of madness...only these tourmaline spirits choose to hear.

She waits for me as I wait for her; in her hands, she cradles the rotten ventricles of my heart and bears witness to the butterfly waiting to emerge from its chrysalid stasis.

I am reborn unto Her as her symbiotic equal-hand in hand we leap into the waterfalls below.

Flowing effortlessly into tributaries from which Her children drink.

I am Her as She is me. Wherever I may go She is sure to follow.

Infected with the gift of all that percipience has to offer and the tourmaline essences of all elements.

When all is spoken and the day turns to night, I shall return to the hands that cradled my broken body and gave to me omnipotence in all that I am and all that I will be.

“Goodbye, Tanasqui”-C.C.