Wings of the Condor

There comes a breaking
Sometimes
That cracks open
My soul
Laying me exposed
And bare
Before mortal eyes.

I resist the swimming
Within my skull
As the universe collapses
Falling
With devastating consequence
Demanding I answer
The shame
Of it all.

I cry for mercy
For clarity
In the fog
For a light
In the darkness.

I submit
To the pain
Within the growing
Numbness
I yield
To the vast
Emptiness
Spreading like the wings
Of the condor.

Then comes
The breaking.
The shock
Pressing like weights
From the great void
The breaking
That suggests
Seduces
Insinuates
Then demands
The price
Be fully reconciled
And I become
Carrion
To the bird of prey.