Pagan Attempts at Clarity

"You know what I mean when I say that I come from a place that hurts." Something Corporate

I have traveled through the realm of the dead
trailing behind my Virgillian leader
enveloped by the horror
of twisted, howling shapes
begging humanity for forgiveness.
I have placed my feet in Dantean steps
and I tread lightly

and delicately beat the wings of the butterfly
floating along in the wind
pulled by invisible threads
crisscrossing the atmosphere surrounding

the hill where I sat and watched
aurora’s blue flames
flicker and lick at the starless black ink
mesmerized by the indescribable expanse
of the overhead skies

are always grey where you are
the rain pours down
purging the body and soul
of sin and uncleanliness
or so you say.
no longer do the steeple and shul
provide the cleansing sanctuary you need.
long ago you found their flaws

make me more perfect.
someone told me that.
a long, long time ago.
oh how I wish I could remember...
I sometimes hope to wake up
and once again find myself

in another place
another time
where things are right
and perfect.
not the flawed perfect that I am
but a perfect perfect
untouched and I

want to be your morphine goddess
the one you seek out
to cure the addiction.
I want to be your addiction
I want the smile
and face
to make you weak in the knees
I want to affect your

heavy teenage heart
the same as all that beat
within their tortured chests
little do they know
that they are all
weighed with sadness
and dampened by

a single, perfect tear
fell off the face of Judas Iscariot
"bless me father, for I...."

I may not be a proud American
I may not believe in your god
or any at all
I may not follow your government
or believe in a single cause
just because I want to take down the system
from within
doesn't mean that I'm wrong,

I just happen to sing a different song.