The Whirlwinds

I’m aware that poets are canonically supposed to be poor, but I do not want that (lol). Late twenties collapse—please clap! The Fragility is about my desire for a pool I desired that I was swimming / In the killing fields of Oblivion
Desire like a crucifixion
Madonna of matchsticks, I witnessed 
Boneless Eternity breaking on the banks 
The summoning! of the winds! 
I died in the interstices of desire 
Each shriek of sunlight strived after viper night 
The Wounded War begins
There were gorgons on asphodel grounds 
Holiness as husks of light
The skies were singing with lightning 
Basking heaven have patience
Yes I fell dark in the days 
Madonna made it her mission 
To be a missile of Oblivion 
I was in maniac retreat from the real 
Madonna of divine and winged oblivion 
Gypsy of the abyss, she rose in a guise 
Then Dark decayed into Light 
The vice! The vice! 
Towering euphoria yes I sought it
For all the gods were in coffins 
I was in the stupor of Rose Oblivion
Obliviously I fell in angels arms
The summoning! of the limbed winds! 
Euphoria was an epiphany of ambrosia 
I stole the blue embers of Heaven 
From a night market in Samarkand 
I swindled the Resurrection Fruits 
I wanted War because the World was a Wound 
Desire the precipice of Lucifer 
My bones were bruised
While Heaven was Blue
Madonna the muse
I sought torment like an opal moon prophet 
Maybe I was a hothouse orchid
the Torment!
Madonna the mime 
Madonna she was a monument in time 
Madonna fire-oblivion liquidated me 
Madonna the lightning was singing
Madonna I dissipated with the whirlwinds
Ambrosial golden groves I sought 
the Torment 
The killing divinities 
You had the impulses of thunder 
God of the gambits 
Every desolation was doorless 
replenishing and infinite thirst 
the Torment
like an opal moon prophet 
Reviving a fragile trinity
The summoning!
of the whirlwinds!
It was a god-grave to me a grace god gave to me to waste away
Madonna of the dark accelerations 
The world is a Sorrow 
Night maiden of Samarkand
I danced in a parade of flames 
Fire-coal Paradise after the late apocalypse
the lightning was singing 
I was hidden like a wing of Oblivion 
Surely there were Deities in the Whirlwind 
it was fathomless how I fell dark in the days
To believe that Writing liquidated fire 
Desire was a grave and a grace 
like Fire From the Flint 
the summoning! of liquid Oblivion!
the summoning! of the winged whirlwinds! 
I was annihilated by starlight like the scarred Madonna 
Devoted to the Torment
we worshipped the whirlwinds
as remnants of Chaos 
From echoing hell the Hothouse Harpies revived 
even fragile Eternity didn’t mind 
Madonna of the blood histories 
Madonna she was the red arterial universes 
I made a shrine to abandoned reality 
The Harpies were singing like lightning 
It was desire 
I summoned the winds 
Madonna she was scarred by sacred annihilations   
Existence was a bridle
and I witnessed 
the summoning! of the winds! 
the eyelids of Oblivion devoured deities 
like Fire From the Flint 
Paradise of fire-fall 
Azure summer was Sunken like the Titanic 
Night of the Transfiguration 
Vampire dawn drained into daylight
Macabre as beached bodies of whales in the dark seas Membrane 
I called Madonna and Madonna she came 
Newborn world and I was lost in the abandoned corridors 
Madonna of the bombardments 
Madonna of the gored 
In the Sunken guts of summer surviving nightmares 
Under autumn, it was Madonna at the womb of the world 
She aborted the poisoned globe 
Madonna the golden mother she told me it was a ghost exorcism 
Madonna of the monuments 
Like the spines of night trains 
The fragility!
A shrine to the sublime
Madonna she was scarred by starlight 
There was a parade 
In the markers of Samarkand 
The red death of desire spawning heartbreak 
Creation a furnace a forge a fire 
Madonna the roped 
Madonna she chose 
The pyramidal abysses whispered like slithering serpents of the tesseracts 
Desire the Pied piper with the beacons of light 
The singularities were scared of me 
Sunken in the impulse thunder 
The storm-world bloomed with corpses 
Dionysus of the perishing rites 
Was dismembered with civilization in a tempest feast 
It was desire like a signal-fire of Troy 
Hell echoed in enigma heaven 
The sibyl confided heaven’s head was mimesis creation
Aleph in nursery earth 
Madonna she rode the bridled Oblivion 
Desire burned like devastation in me 
Desire was radiance to me 
Heaven I heard 
God of the Guillotine
With barbed wire barbiturates  
The summoning! Of the whirlwinds! 
I was a withering thing 
Madonna of the abandonments 
Madonna I panicked 
The passion of first disobedience
Midnight the desecrations accelerated 
The sundering
After summers departure 
Existence was a funhouse mirror 
The tesseract of Being in the Brane 
What an Elysium ecstasy 
Madonna she was staked by starlight 
It was desire like a midnight annihilation 
Madonna I called and she came