The Seeker Poem by Jamie Dewyer

this web
of my own rational
is a maze
it's a suture as well
stops the bleeding
for days
stop retreating
she's screaming
there's holes in her face
we get stranded
in heaven
and our bodies change place

theres a black cat
that follows me
under my brain
theres a witch spinning cauldrons
inside of my name

you can't catch me
i'm always gone
look at my face
see the door close
inside your soul
empty
and sane


ii

and the moon will not rise
he scribes in the sand
the old drums are beating
again
in his hand
holding onto whats left of
humanities stand
we are crumbling effigies
of our lost land

iii

return now to your slumber
return now to your slumber
return now to your slumber
there is no other earth

return now to your slumber
return now to your slumber
return now to your slumber
there is no other birth