Angels with their dark blue attendants carrying revelation
Clarity I scrambled for the abundances in the ash
radiance and ruin
who can survive the shifting of the light?
I dreamt the devastations were killing us with desire
that the dead were baked by dark cradles of delight
And I was frightened
Ancestry was dark magic
it was the fire that called this time
And I panicked
Earths breathing appendages
variegated and rioting
Basilica of pressed eyelids
Like a crucifix of Oedipus
That Revenant River had its ribs in me
It was desire I was living
And desire I was killing
Machinery of night the birch was burning like a torch all eve I was witnessing
In the yoke of the horrors
And yes I wanted more for the yawning years
The cold morning hours arose in rioting floods of smoke
And I wanted to know
and I wanted to know
Bound in the knife mornings
A yoke like hemlock blood
I was in the epochs of the dead
the spring the splendour
the summer
Eruption
The Earth Feasts in Sieges of Sunlight
We were on the edge of things
There was wind in the Gutter of night
I wanted in with the epochs of the dead the world was erupting fire in an aria of light I wanted death possessing me like the yoke of the morning
Unwinding the Noose of the eve
That darkness was baiting me
And I witnessed
Like a godless thing
death was chattering on the worlds rim
I was Unfurling
Rebellious earth alchemized
I think it was mercury
Death was speaking in its arias of light
At the worlds end
Creation I wanted it
Creation I was deathless
In the glowing hours
Desire was a crucifix
The earth possessed me
We were on the edge of peripheries
I was competitive with death
It shattered my soul
How I wanted to know if the springs would quake upon us in the mercury of summer
I was through and through I spent doomed twilights in aprils to die here I was through and through not the cruelty of spring in summerfire
There was salt in the shrinking horizons
I was subterranean
In the Wasting carcasses of the nights
Chained to darkness
Like I was a far thing witnessing salted oblivion
Always Worship the wasted carcass
Eternity was (under) us
To evoke anything was to tarnish its invisible grace