New Occidental Poetry

Three Deaths

Glowing, golden fields
a journey’s remembrance
comes in flashes
as I lay here.

Radiant angel,
strike me gently
inform me with the secret halo
around my heart.

A slow glorious fall down the line,
lured into corners of life
not breached in daylight.
Darkness blooms, then a surge,
then a coy damsel.

I await sweet mysteries.

- Jared of The Great Order