all seven sins and sixteen commandments
committed and contradicted -
twisting ankles and scraping knees to forge a memory
i never got to make in the prior season:
through wandering graffiti-walls and
trying my best to be more fearsome than
whatever foul beast had lurked there
in broad shadow
just centuries before.
and as it were -
and would always be -
a vision wove itself before me,
parting in scenes and flickering in-between divine roots and hallowed veins...
i was akin to the moon -
silver sanctiloquent shadow shimmering
blue on my shoulder.
i was akin to the serpent -
scowling and scaling til my scales