Blood simmers to lunar
                                            pulsations, expressing the
                                            lineage of hard-earned
                                            perspective, a formidable
                                            muse when processing my 
                                            decaying wreckage dragged 
                                            forward from earlier life.

                                            Ancestral castles not in 
                                            my past—only dark spaces 
                                            and divergent intent until 
                                            no thing remained, evicting 
                                            distortions of an unborn 
                                            self too engulfed in red pain 
                                            I shrewdly befriended. 

                                                                 Within those cavernous 
                                                                 depths, I found me. 

                                            Mortal fears vanished, caught in 
                                            the thirty-two winds.