Between Worlds

The fragility was screaming to me I was between worlds a delay in merry mayhem the fragility was screaming in my bones I fear it needed me screaming in my homelands the fragility was screaming need to me I needed it to set me free I was between worlds so much the better I was a mourning dove fettered the fragility was screaming to me do that thing travel that land and yes under the abundances I panicked
It was merry mayhem that I fell in like starlight  
I desired that it would sing for me 
I was between worlds 
So much the worse 
Like a singing prison 
Can you dream up 
A sweeter incarceration than need 
Prison of the angels punishment 
And I needed desire singing for me 
I was falling in summer 
Like a fisher king desiring immortality 
I desired merry mayhem it was merry mayhem I fell in 
To neglect that need
And have it come back singing
I was wise to it 
The fragility was screaming need to me
And I needed wisdom in an instant 
O Caledonia I killed a king 
Yes I fell into desire like a summer kingdom 
It was despairing to be breathing while that despair was singing in me 
And I witnessed
Summer shaking like an earthquake that I was making 
Summer fall descending and I desired that it would kill me
Like a summerfire I desired
I wanted to die in 
Summerfire season smoking me to death 
Summertime season smoking me to rest 
Wished on a shooting star that summerfire season would surrender to 
The fire living in my bones 
A thundering voice from the dust 
Got its grip on me like sunlight 
I witnessed the end of things 
And I was smiling in summer fire season 
And I was between worlds like lightning 
An apotheosis from the ravines
I was an inferior angel in a conclave of cherubim 
For eternity
We were lotus eaters consuming the frosted moon 
Like winged heralds with war wounds
Pandemonium was a glen I was escaping from
A midsummers night dream
A beast from the Loch raided the night in a forest of fireflies 
I died I died 
I was nowhere in that paradise 
An eternal war in dormancy 
The stars reminded me of the dandelions 
That failed our dreams 
A book of the dead
Creation like the shrieking verdict of streetlights that I was twinkling under
An obliterating demon that the storms had dreamed of one season summer
We were marauders of Earth’s settlements 
Bluebells in a garden of banishment
I burned in agony like the limbs of the fisher king waiting for the chosen 
I was out in the battlements of sealights Gatsby at the harbor
I wanted that green light a vital thing living inside of me 
It was desire singing in me summerfire season