I dream of the gaudiness of heaven
Axing of yet another spring sprung
Sunset was a manuscript of burning
the clouds were carbon
I endured the orgiastic light
from the stabs of streetlamps
a dream rising out of the night visage
I listened to the vestiges of oblivion
they were hollow wombs we were cornered in
like the drowning pall of dawns we went slumbering on
it was a lasting road
cascading helplessness
catapulting around the sun!
with that shapeshifter silence
and the silence was Noise
you were the luminous white fire
at the shrinking horizon
order of the forgetting hours
piety the Fall of Rome was vermillion
Leviathan of a diffusive universe
God forgot the world in The Confusion
the cacophony!
I wanted Atlas holding the World Entire for me
mercurial like summer sunsets
river of Lethe Oblivion’s memory I would
Make a weapon of forgetting
Piety I was chained in summer darkness
I spent empires in exile thinking I was free
I had forgotten the commandments of may
but they had not forgotten me
April Oblivions could not be further
but I felt the burning
the cacophony! rising in my ribs
and I witnessed—