Madonna the Machine

Unmoored in the shore of the abandoned 
Madonna The Machine
Madonna I was screaming 
I felt the veins of the earth pulsating 
Ecstatic Madonna I called and Madonna she kept arriving 
No idea how I outlasted the cataclysms 
You were my morning forever arriving 
Roped by oblivion
Like a noose for the midnight lynching 
I was witnessing 
The origins as ends 
Madonna I called and then she rose from the abyss of oblivion
Burning in the sepulcher sunshine 
Like decades of mirrors I was shattering 
Wings of Icarus burning in the sunlight 
For some unknown reason
Summer had survived its bleeding season 
And every incandescent midnight I was meeting it 
Incarcerating desire like lightning in the stormed skies  
As glassed devastation I was shattering 
Icarus dreamed it was flight but it was sinking
(like firefall to the cavern-abyss)  
« Begone demons » I said 
But it was me in a room with my old selves
How could I forget
Madonna The Machine
Madonna I was witnessing  
Summerfire season 
Desire I knew what I needed
New depths of dissociation as living 
Wings of Icarus burning in my eyes 
Magisterial that fire reminded me of desire dying 
I witnessed the World in a Bonfire 
You were my morning forever arriving 
Roped by oblivion
Like a noose for the midnight lynching 
Summerfall meadow grasses
in ribbons of flame
burning in the Bonfire World
Fire had a whip
And we were enslaved
By desire’s prison
I was witnessing 
The origins as ends 
MADONNA I CALLED
AND MADONNA SHE ROSE FROM THE FLAMES
SCREAMING DESIRE IS A GRAVE
I REJOINED
THEN I WANT
INCARCERATION
AND SHE GAVE ME ECSTATIC MADONNA AS A KEEPSAKE