Yesterday I found myself on my knees in front of where a cross once hung in my home.
It is an old converted church that now has its seats as empty thrones,
That my only hope is surrender.
That I can find a paradise in this life,
To be good while hazard folks that walk and tred with me across my wounds that bleed,
If I could only run to beauty and to know that road which is clear in its guidance.
My heart tells me it is by the air on the wind,
I cannot find the right answer in any of the gargoyles in my way it’s only,
Beauty will come hurtling towards me.
Beauty’s in the garden of the Kingdoms that were before their time.
It was too her voice that sent whispers to my heart that was an uncontrollable tremor in the bliss of unending splendor.
The years were caught,
In a hanging loop on the unknown that wrapped around my foot and pulled me up to the ceiling.
I tried and tied the knots around my legs and wished it was a plot of libels instead.
But those ringing bells around my head they clanged a different sound I knew that was a rupture,
That all my sound, and all my ears received through my body and my toils of worry.
But they were the echoes of that reflection I could only crack with my sword in swooping silver.
I walked home barefoot on a road of light.
It cast out every demon from my path at night and I was down the road of sound and hope.
At distant shores she was not one but many until beauty met me on that road.
Barefoot I walked,
Mild were my clothes,
Opportunities came not from the celebrities
But from the mild mannered that I met,
Who marked the wood I carried with something good,
Something from the fruit they plucked with their own hands.
Those who once and still deny my will,
Now carry my steps home to Victory.
Cinematic poetry by Laurence Fuller
Original poetry and performance by Laurence Fuller
Visuals & Music aided by AI by Laurence Fuller
With some painting references by Stephanie Fuller
Minted for FakeWhale’s “Art Market” exhibition
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