I walked towards gravitational collapse
The merciful commandments of May were ash
I couldn’t snap out of the compulsions
It was umbral undergrowth
and the hours were glowing
what a superficial terror
summers brutal azure furnace
The liquid tides of Lethe were quiescent
Ecstasy was breathless creation
Exultant eating of flesh
in the ecstatic sinews of night
You had the patience of graves
All the moves were mistakes
glory transfigured by glory
You had the sordid nobility of suicides
The last perpetual future arriving
Speak the euphoric language of angels
Into the ineffable wilderness
God of the lousy miraculous
You were a vanishing thing of Time
Before the bare blackness of naked dawn
the bluebird hills of twilight went twittering on
Orpheus of the darkness saw
we were orphaned by the farthest darkness
in a whirlpool of languid nights
in the Reverence of the Evenings I vanished
immanent spring
I fear I was witnessing
the dark boughs of December
crushed by the ineluctable burning
effervescent fire in the shrine of light limbs
you had the private pride of dandelions in the wind
Confront one final obdurate terror
Vanitas take the vain ambrosia of the gods
frail and scintillating
God was giggling
you were not yet forgotten
nor were you forgiven
and I witnessed—
Sibyl of the red floods
Sibyl of the dust
The scalded stars and their wounded miraculous fury
A broken World from the gorge of Christ and the limbs of light
I endured the accusation and the anguish of starlight
the sunken chalice of the sun resuscitated into reality
before the dark doorsill of night
I dreamt of delight I cried out your name into the liquid light
detritus of the virgin snowfields
detritus of the dark trees
Breathless euphoria do not desert me
I want the crushing of the dark
Aloneness would doom you
Devotion like a sunken relic of the riverside
I drowned in the cruel stillness of streetlights
on the ephemeral Earth
thunder cracked over dark grasses
fissures from lethal heaven
prophet of cold moons you were rooted like the smoking mountains
sinking season heaven was barren in the divine and pregnant night
you had the sacrality of the simulacrum of light
sodden and drowning in radiator cold moons
porous Oblivion do not diminish me
even the angels were moaning
my Seraph you had the fragility of lucid dawns
beneath the conflagration of branches
into the immaculate dark I wandered on
how many black dawns will betray you?
the radiance! like a killing spring!
Paralysis in night’s bestiary
in the eyes of a God we burn our fires
Flaming wasteland this is the late apocalypse
you are not forgiven and you are not forgotten