Ruin—It was Rising

“When the face of god is gone pure transcendent sun the falling glass astonish the angels of heaven he is a jealous god and he has had them liquidated” Sylvia Plath

Sojourner, you were a beggar of the divine 
It was Hubris to conjure the defiance of the gods 
Rise and revival 
I witnessed 
Everything that was mine 
Yes, the shattering of the sunshine
Yes, the absolution in a burning sepulcher 
Yes, the shattering of suns as I went under  
Returning to dust in the Earth furnaces 
the glass of decadent Heaven 
God of the Carnage
God of the Darknesses 
he is a jealous god that liquidates 
god of the carnal dawns 
An Angel of Samarkand 
Slaughtered the lambs like lace
Twisted Ithaca  
with trappings of the light 
It was Golden God Photosynthesis  
ARCADIA I AM 
ARCADIA I FELL
Heavens governance was done with us 
All I want is gorgeous cappuccinos 
It was like gorging on freedom 
Ruin it was rising 
I was dying 
God bore violent witness
The despair was maiming and silent 
I was a bride to it 
of course grief is entitled 
I was dying 
I was diamond ribs 
The ruin—it was rising! 
Gods guidance 
Wanted to kill us 
I witnessed
Pouring moonlight 
It was desire 
The brilliance! I died! 
We were beggars in sepulcher dust
The devastations 
Lay in wait  
Everything seemed worth 
Hesitation 
White oblivion was singing 
like the bright blades of spring 
Awakening and Arriving
Ruin—it was rising!
Ruin—it was surviving!