I couldn’t decide if I was a dying thing or a world newborn
Biblical light in the manacles of veiled Night
Like a flooding God wound
yes I was frightened
I spent eternities navigating Silences
The Rhapsody—The Ruin—the Rapture
You had the sulter stillness of firesides
Those starving saints imitating
the diligence of the light
THE WONDER! THE WOUNDS!
Newborn in world’s womb
I should have known
a chorus of questions that God refuses
what flame flared in the slaking fire
Soul of oblivion
Just like the world I was inverted
Moderation I hadn't heard of it
I was as turbulent as the sun
at the breakdown of Being
with that bastard Michelangelo chiseling my wings
like a fallen God lapping at the summer springs
and I created! the earth!
Some nights the iridescence of fire bit back
apertures of ravishing Gods arresting me
I vanished into precarious wilderness
like a stoppered vessel
Grail of shattered graces
It was grand wasn't it to abandon understanding
Inherited Trauma like an heirloom
You had the solitude of moons
or smoking mountains
my life gone by the wayside
with the shuddering stars of late summer
I thought it was sacredness that I was chasing like a birthright
the fury! of the Griefs!
adrift in the carousel of Eternity
I had never intended to be such a vaulted thing
I was a fault of creation
fire polyphonies in the ribs of the night
it was Desire living like light
late summer’s cruel and unusual punishment
Calyspo of the far existences
I drove every version of myself to extinction
the succor of strange lands living in my veins
running with the rivers into clawed nightfall
the moonlight was Silver in the Wind
Annihilating summer evenings
Madonna of the wayward things
I was a grave then
Immortality was a sinking
The Furthest Fire Circumnavigating Me
I was the worst it was nearly a guarantee on a summer eve
dandelions of a God dreaming
the Cyclops moon in the stars black graves
not an eternity in LA summer
a suicide of cicadas
would be better than this
testament of flesh I protested a prison
Sirius the scorcher it was silver fire in the scorching summer
Apostate Aphrodite
the need for splendour
River by river
Pandemonium on the borderlands
and I had no home
apostle of razor lights
verdigris I visited the holy orchids
Interiority was a guillotine
Sinews of the darkest demons
Even greed was a kind of freedom
Wrath that fever fire-plane
The darkness cloned I made it my home
Did I hallucinate everything?
I was outside your gate like an apostate angel of creation
Madonna of the wayward things
I was a grave then
It was my weirdest trait—slavish devotion to creation
As if it would save me!
divinity—I was absorbed in creating
the fields were burning in ecstasy
and yes maybe the paradoxes had me on my knees
it was rapture to be devoted as a god to Eternity
reason abandoned me to silver twilights
Yes I sought it yes I wandered on
even the devouring deer were sheltered
and I could not hide
in the ribs of the Night
It was a void I gathered
wellspring of the peripheries
I converged to nothing like a stillborn lily
No possession is permanent
the world was not lasting
I saw its end rising in the hourglass rim
devastation
—and I called it light