Gardenias of the evenings
I was free then
Born again like a resurrection rose of Jericho
and I would go ! I would go!
with the Ancient Ones
Madonna of the Plagues
On the world’s wings
Like I was a vanished thing
I was vanishing and the planet was singing
There Was Decadence in Despair
That Darkness is no Door
This is the Rapture you waited for
Dance of thieves
Desire on wings
I panicked—
I panicked—
Midnight was in fragments
I was a Sappho of the Moths
Executed by the eyelids of God
The necessity of exile
and I would die I would die
Desire departing at twilight
Like I was a far thing
Desire like fire-fever at midnight
execution in the eyelids of God
endangered Ophelia with a water-lily soul
—and I sought
like a Shepherd of the Chosen Ones
The winters were brilliant
and I panicked
I panicked
Because it was summerfire
The Grace that Comes by Violence
Oblivion was a Madhouse
Call me a sacrificed thing
and I sought it—
and I wanted—
and I was forgotten—
God is blackglass
God is briarfire
Reverie
Deep in the wanting earth
It was desire living like light
I outrun dawns
The cold gods rose—
A Miracle of Fishes in the Flames
Blackthorn births in the dark earths
The lion and the knife
There were so many ways to die
AND I PANICKED
LEVIATHAN OF THE ASPENS
THE EVENTS!
WHO COULD RESURRECT THEM
THE EVENTS!
WHO COULD FORGET THEM
There Was Decadence in Despair
That Darkness is no Door
This is the Rapture you waited for
Heir of good firs
I was rolling in the Motel Mornings
cataloguing the graces
and I wasted
and I wasted
I prayed into the liquid light—
into the cold glass of God—(I died)
Even I wanted me gone—
on a Motel Morning
and I outrun Dawn
and I outrun Dawn
and I was gone—
and I was gone—
Resurrection fire
Like revelations I needed
Rolling towards me
On a Motel Morning