The Complete Meditations of Elma Toyah: Meditations #3
In the second instalment in her poetry series, Delilah Dennett muses over the difficulty of making choices.

Sunburnt whispers caress my skin,
As the cathedral opens its doors, its entry to damnation,
Across the street. And I am caught in the rapture of morning rites,
Abducting me to the church where no idol dies,
The crossing of clouds in sunlight hours –
Where ships cross their arcs, floundering in the sea of air,
Without striking timber matches,
Alighting a stairway carcass of oak skeletons,
Branches crestfallen into sundry heaps of
Snapping bodies, flagellations unto calloused skins
Unsheathed by the leering hands of fire.
But out the wrath, the raging screams of flames,
The quenching thirst of dry tongues and lips
With the soft caresses of water. Why not take the path
Of lesser thorns, the lighter breaths to heaven?
Why burden yourself with the torture of bracken roads,
Where grit sinks its teeth into the tender flesh of treading feet?
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