Trapped in Amber

Let me tell you of the redundancy of the Void 
Let me tell you the brutality of what I chose

MADONNA OF THE GOOD FIGS
BURNING IN BETHLEHEM 
IT WAS EXISTENCE AND I WITNESSED—
ASHES TO ASHES, TRAPPED AMBER IN REPOSE
AND THEN A SPRING ROSE! 
I WAITED
I WASTED
I WANTED 
I SOUGHT IT 
A REVELATION I HAD FORGOTTEN
DESIRE BURNED LIKE DEVASTATION IN ME
IT WAS RADIANCE TO ME
IT WAS QUAKING IN ME
IT WAS A GRAVE TO ME
ROSETTA OF THE RIOTING DAWN
—AND I WAS GONE
I WAS GONE
ASHES TO ASHES, TRAPPED AMBER IN REPOSE
AND THEN A SPRING ROSE!