Beautiful Ruins

The mind is a beautiful ruin. The reign! of the deeps! I witnessed the monsters feed, and the seas ran incarnadine. God opening in the arbor of shadows. Harbinger black ravens resting beneath the slaughter of streetlights. Corpses soaking the cornfields with blood, my black dahlia, Madonna of the flame flowers, all the ash roads before me were forked. The mind is a sublime skein but oh how it unwinds in the mysteries of midnight. When you call my name, ecstasy consumes me, and —as if there were a rope at my throat— my breath slows. In the aftermath of desire, I witnessed the dark staggering back. Madonna of the mourning doves, the clouds were made of dust and debris. I was born in storms but forfeited my memories of fragility. At Blackburn Avenue, I waited for you. It's a wonder of the universe to suffer too. Hunger the yawning ravine: the vastness of my desire swallowed me. Seeking shelter at the edge of emptiness, the fevers of desire were like wildflower fields burning with the tempest fires of Orion. In the night solitudes, I was the bride of quietness. The lushness! of desire! At the harbors of black seas I reconstruct myself with becomings. Survival in divine silence, it was an annihilation by silver linings. I witnessed the winter stars thawing back to life. At the feet of the angels, I asked for new beginnings. That carnage! is coming! I do not forgive and I do not forget, I witnessed such bright fires in the flesh of sunset. Saint of darkness and disaster, I am buried in the salted earth. Possess me and revive me with desire. Let me tell you what I have seen. Madonna bride of the blind, this life is a beautiful ruin. The griefs residing in my chest, yes, I was lifted into the night’s high tides! Yes I gazed into the blinding starlight! For an instant I was alive — I was alive — I was alive!