Daybreak/Darkness

I had no idea how I ended up in the gray wasteland of Manhattan. Every year, April arrives faster. This is the consuming fire. This is how I die. I witnessed traveling light in this eternal evening, the nightmare of my life. This is how I die, in abiding night. I witnessed a rapture of flames in the blazing orchards.

Daybreak/darkness daybreak/darkness devotion in a world of consuming sorrows daybreak the darkness devours. Summoned to your bedside—Bloodshed. Execution at your lips, like drowning in quicksilver rivers. Days of desperation, in my wild griefs, I witnessed your sublime majesty. Dancing on the precipice, I am your daughter darkness. Here is my surrendered flesh. If we were an apocalypse together then I am that remaining wreckage. Desire’s reckoning with the brutality of a blossoming bruise. I championed the radiance that killed me. Disturbia, desire was craving a witness. I arrived at that dark stage of the shadow theater, curtains drawn for tragedy. Born in the wilderness, I am your daughter decadence. Across the Earth arc the sharp arrows of Eros. Desire is a sacred grace, Desire is a sacred grave. In the city civil twilight, this longing is a parody of Paradise. In the end, I wanted annihilation. Desire la folie this mortal misery. At the brink of being, the singularities spiral towards me. I am terrified of this life. The predation! of your gaze! Haunted and hunted, I vanished into the wind’s frenzied territories. I vanished into desire’s deep seas. Bound to this world, Sundown, the hour of wolves, I sought devouring. Tell me what gives birth to stillness besides surrendering. Summoned to your bedside—Bloodshed. The verdicts of desire at my spine. These sublime agonies! In the darkness of Babylon, in defiance, I made a covenant with their armies. You believed your omnipresence made you god-sent. Like me, the moon lies in her closed coffin, voiceless. A monument from the vivid void. Come to me in the chamber of summer eves. We are not eternal but we are trying to be. Even the dust dreams of becoming being. The wind whistles at the windowsills in the white moonlight when I memorize your eyes. In this nothingness of wanting I reside, resting in the grasp of the wrong god. Civil twilight, so vivid a void! Longing for this fragile cradle of delight. This nightmare I survived—this is life, I realized. Give me the blessing of the ecstatic end. Be my messiah in the midnights. Mute Disturbia, I was maimed by the violence of epiphany. Devotion consumes me. Lay me at the altar in a ritual of light. Madonna in the dark waters, witness my victory. Gone to Babylon. By daybreak, I am your daughter again.