Afterdark

Into the high winds, into the high winds, I vanish with the sieging horizons. Afterdark, there’s a carnage of stars on basalt banks. The last heat roads to dawn are paved with flames. I drink the milk of nightskies, I pretend that grief is delight. Alchemist fire of sunrise, transfigure me. Into the high winds, into the high winds, in anguish, I vanish with the sieging horizons. Deliver me to devouring. After dark, I am made of tempests. Under molting moons, I drink the milk of nightskies, I pretend that grief is delight. In the afterglow of the world, these evenings will never let me go. Yearning feels like Being. Ages of abundance, mutilated days, there is such devastation in your gaze. Whisper to me as the vespers ends. In the afterglow of the scorched world, and I’m on the heat roads again.