Apatha

Beneath the gates of heaven, the light is dim.

Buried in deep sin I sing to the angels.

I look for sympathy in the obscurity of dreams.

I suffocate idiopathic feelings as I have before.

Dying for the concord of my heart.

Possess my soul and fly me to the villa.

Black flags wide-awake stealing the night.

Guardian, show me the inescapable.

Free the flies from my mouth so I can speak.

I fight for blood though I bleed for peace.

I’m ready to find out what invincible is.

Body of my person is now a ghost of the sky.

This is official Project Astral poetry

– Raphael Baldaya