Communion

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Sacraments

heart beating out of my chest,
my pulse reads absolute zero.
frozen on your bitter shores,
i light my cigarette
in a port of silence.

docked inside your lost hours,
i let myself go within the dark
and the welcome tide takes me
to a place of no return
and no rebirth.

burning circles betray no warmth
but the searing pain melts me.
i am caught in an unhappy equilibrium
and i long to return to that state
of destructive completion.

my ship is lost asunder on this sea
and the lighthouse sounds its warning
as i surrender to your abyss,
a cacophonous call to the house
where the deaf savior sleeps.

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