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Angel of the Apocalpyse

Angel of Revelation
Like an apocalypse of dreams 
You had a life of eases
How did you become a devil in my mind? 
How did you become a devil to me?
You were leaving shadows of a demon
Like footprints forged in the deeps 
I thought we were safe slumbering 
But we woke from an apocalypse of dreams 
It was vertigo or sleep
Scatterings of light in sunpools 
I was a spirit in Confinement 
And like St elmo’s fire
I would divide myself in light 
Mornings spilt in the dark mirror of Time
And I can’t get out 
Springs of light like fire-isles 
And all the mirrors were clapping thunder 
A lantern in a tempest 
St Elmo’s fire rippling like ultraviolet lights 
Strolling through mountains of madness but it was life
You were Milton's daredevil 
And I would divide myself 
With a blacksmith’s forge into light 
Prisoner of the plains
I was chained on Dawn’s scaffolding 
In springs of light 
You had the muteness of misty mountain peaks 
from the cloistered meadowlands 
like the boundaries of sleep 
I was cast from Paradise that Meadowland 
Following the promenade of bones 
Ariel was sleeping in the seas
That demon Gabriel was razing cities
I became an anchoress of the cliffs 
Like springs of light 
You were my strange attractor 
Age of Aquarians he wasn’t there and I—
was tarnished 
We were slaves to a philosopher’s stone 
Harness of the divine 
And I fear that downfall corroded me 
I was Jezebel of the apocalypse
The mountains factories were smoking
We were drawing dawn lights in the wraith ships 
You were like a stranger in an avalanche 
And I needed you saving me 
A decaying rose cast from Paradise 
I was drunk on Being like a liquor of the faeries in the spring 
the daypassages corroded me 
I was a signature of fire
And the mountains were smoking factories 
We were fishing for moons in ponds
You were the altar I was burning at
and I witnessed —
the end of the universe like a liquor in the spring 
The Dawn was drawing its lights
Your bones are coral now 
But you were Divine then 
Age of Aquarians he wasn’t there and I—
was a tarnished Jezebel cast from Paradise
The wounded doom corroded me 
Your eyes were glassblack devastation like pebbles of the riverbed 
Heir of the fire ruins it was desire arriving as a stranger in an avalanche 
And I wanted its salvation so I vanished in the summer lightning
It was desire cast from Paradise
And I witnessed
The falling of Jericho into golden ichor 
Like the boundaries of meadowland 
We were harnessed by the divine 
I was a signature of fire
You were gorgeous then 
But your bones are coral now 
And I went down like drawing dawn lights with the wraithships 
I varnished in a summer thunderstorm 
Lightning inquisitor of the storm seasons 
We were fishing for moons in ponds like Existence  
I was Joan of Arc of the mining diamonds
You were the altar I was burning at 
I was a tarnished Jezebel cast from Paradise 
There were fire-flowers in the summer lightning 
And I witnessed the end of all things 
And now desire like a momentary eclipse
one eve ever since has me
dreaming in kingdoms of fish 
I was drunk on being like a liquor of the fairies in the spring 
You were divine then 
Your bones are coral now in standing lakes of darkness machinery and 
I vanished in the thunderstorm with the immensity of summer lightning
and I witnessed like a vespertine of the fire-ruins
we were picnicking in the wastes of the Deep 
Drawing dawn lights from the black Earth 
Those salvaged worlds mirrored me like an Incantation 
I fell in fathoms of the sea 
And then that Devastation witnessed me 
You were the altar I was burning at
Like a monk in a bell tower
I was a signature of fire 
And I vanished in a thunderstorm 
It was a carnival of salvaged worlds 
And I wanted you to lead me like a firebrand in the dark 
We were mooncalfs in the twilight
There were isles of Laputa in the kingdoms
Existence was a chrysalis 
And then you vanished like summer lighting 
I was an apostate angel and my country was a cocoon
We were quarreling with the earth
and I reasoned— 
that momentary eclipse could not silence me 
for all the immensities but for a season 
and I was in quarrel with the earth
Fire of the apocalypse desire
like a Piranesi in the mazes I was betrayed
Vespertine of the dark lagoons of time and I fear they were mazes 
Sentenced like a witch of Salem to the chrysalis
Existence was an apostate angel without wings
The sky burning black oil from a spill of summer lightning 
You were Milton's daredevil in imitation of fire
I witnessed Time that fortress 
in quarrel with the Earth
We fell like sunken kingdoms of desire in the summer lightning 
I was a Vespertine of tarnished worlds
Executed as a witch of a Salem and existence
I fear it was a cocoon of wisdom
A stranger in an avalanche
I wanted you saving me with desire and in the summer lightning I witnessed the end of all things mentioned eternally recurring and I witnessed the universe in tealights like St. Elmo’s fires on the mashes of darkness and the first fire desire was lightning in a storm

Sunday 07.06.25
Posted by Nika
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