Abundance

Savage stars what can salvage me. This flight from life — oh I fear I am filled with you — it’s an abundance I wanted. Bear me to the black seas of Lethe. I confess: I squandered graces. The butcher, sunrise. Face me beneath the sun’s gilded singularities. The tempest! of desire! You chase me like a possession. My ancestor, suffering. My body, Babylon. Every evening is an eternity. In the fires of twilight. Desire—the disaster of Heaven—this vanishing fantasy of abundance—you vanquish me.