I Conquer the Lawless One
I vanquished the Devil
in my dreams last night.
The archfiend himself appeared to me
in the shape of you and me,
of how we used to be.
When I used to wake up
from dreaming
of how we used to be,
a shadow would swallow the light
from the sun
and from everyone,
until I sleepwalked my life away there,
within a drug lord’s den, surrounded only
by blackout curtains and unclean air.
But this morning, when I awoke,
a ray of light pierced my eyes and
flowed to the part of my mind or my soul
where new things start,
and I saw it;
for the first time, I saw it:
the great calm
in the sadness of knowing
that nothing can ever truly be undone,
that the future is just
the past repurposed.
Such a glorious word, re-purposed;
I think I might be in love with it,
or maybe I just love everything today.
Hell is deciding that your purpose is to recreate the past.
Love always,
your Mister
Lonely Hearts Chapel 