when the dark balloon
when the dark balloon
the dark balloon
presses its rubbery skin on my inner being
when it takes out a chunk of rib to fit
i become a prisoner
a minion
a servant to its inflation
dark balloon puffs itself with spiritual secrets
faith is the favourite
faith
have faith
test of faith
be faithful
find faith
lose faith
and we cry
dark balloon rolls its huge arse getting comfortable on my heart
a little to the left
it laughs a dark laugh careful not to let it’s bad breath out
no exhale for the confused
tender hooking into giblets
malevolent benevolent carrot of faith……
we scream ‘why!’ for a reason
because we have been dumfounded, with carrots sticking out of every orifice
plugging the holes it pokes in dark balloon
if we are screaming why it means we don’t fucking understand
this life thing could be so simple
born breathe connect play create die (or so they say)
until they bleed out a deeper meaning
a further purpose
until they reveal the unseen producer in pointy orange shoes
faith is only necessary if you think something is wrong
impossible to trust in that which causes pain
unless
you have been taught that pain has a purpose….
that you will die without it
forever
to teach purposeful pain is not an easy task
it takes deliberation and carefully constructed method
oh pain i bow to thee, you cleanse me, you make me fit to stand before the great carrot
you break me you leave me pale and dry
you make my eyes sink
a quicksand of disillusion
i let you peel me
weaken me
lay me out
gnarl me
wither me
you switch off my light and plug a bulb in my carrot hole
i have been fashioned
i am a little statue now
with my palms upward in supplication
for you to paint with a tiny brush
and place me tenderly with the others
to light an empty sanctuary
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