I bade farewell to my heart.
It leapt from its perch upon my scarlet dampened sleeve, loosened cuff-links baring skin from tattered garment.
I bade farewell to my mind.
Jagged thorns of electric pulses lifting from crown, as crowned relics of ones thoughts flitted beyond ephemeral conscious and subconscious veil.
If there were else about me, I knew not of it for my plodding feet swept dust and dirt carried from birth to life to death. If there were else about me, I knew not for they had long dusted their feet, of me.
And there within the hollow heartless mindless vessel ambling onward and forward, dust specks sparking to burn bridges built and defile sanctities christened, there remained within a single vestibule of light.
It scratched and clawed at the hardened shell within, trapped beyond the empty ribbed cage where the last of smoke lined lungs pulsed breath afoul. It beat against the stoned quarry of thoughtlessness, echoing soundlessly through the labyrinth of mind darkened and the roaming beast within.
And at last I bade farewell to my soul.
It clawed its way through congealed self, shedding cocoon as trembling feet halted mid-step, the weight of self, alleviated of heart and mind and soul bringing me to my knees. Weightless arms lifted mid chest, fingers clasping together in supplication; my face lifted to the heavens.
Lonely scorching sun shone its face upon my own. Gilded rays caressed lidless eyes. Rivulets trailed parched skin, salting parted cracked lips, soaking dry numbed tongue.
I felt as much as I saw my soul unfurl in endless murky wisps and tendrils, shedding off the blackness of sin and death.
Utterings and mutterings escaped my lips, beseeching my soul’s return. Yet only great rejection awaited in windswept trumpet sounds,
“Get away from me, I never knew you.”
Oh death, here is thy victory.
Oh death, here is thy sting.
And remain I did upon that scorched earth where I knelt, amongst the denizens of unuttered petitions and self-denied supplications.
Of heavens barred doors.