August

Dawn’s golden terra, sanguinius sunrise, every morning comes some newborn behemoth to torment me. August, what a brutal hunger. That was your perennial dream: shackling a beautiful creature. The wasting beatitudes! I vanished into a vital stillness. Desire, the divine chrysalis of dreams, child of Night, student of mysteries, Aleph of the eyeless planets, who witnesses me in desire’s pearled teeth? The Earth exhales in the evenings. I sleep with daggers at my bedside. Lord of honeysuckle and honey locusts, what is left of this life? I lavish in the fleeting light. The Perseids are showering summer skies where renegade stars farm flames. Inside the snaring nets of orb-weavers, I witnessed the infinite. Desire is annihilation. Remember the dream of the chrysalis. Metamorphosis.