exploration in the key of me

3:1

clotho tremulous, the fear in her voice is the only indication:
“something wicked this way comes”
has always sounded more impressive than our acrid, simple terror
of the unknown
of providence
of salvation – i know not what may and not what
means we should take
to arrive on these plutonian shores
unscathed, but for our fiercefully
beat heart –
“beat heart, beat and bleat and cower”
showing no sign or other outward indications
but casually distinct,
she trembles in our arms

lachesis tremulous, her voice a rage of indications:
something wicked this way comes has always sounded our simple terror,
revealing impressive depths of unknown providence;
by what means we arrive unscathed on those plutonian shores
our fiercefully beaten heart, not salvation,
beat and bleat and cowered,
showing no distinction,
she casually empties our trembling arms

atropos tremulous, her voice rages,
simply sounding my terror,
revealing depths without providence,
a plutonian shore where gasps a fiercefully beaten heart:
bleating, trembling, cowering:
an empty-armed indistinction,
an empty salvation

-jakeStephens