Devotion

Devotion in a diary of fires. Witness the sacred crucible. Sunrise arrives with incarnadine wings. Screams are echoing from far Sargasso seas. Desire, the messianic infinities possess me. Voracious summer hours, Madonna has a soul of shadows. Witness that usher Desire in June thunder. Imprisoned, I await miracles, an escape from existence through grand catastrophes—With the defiance of Eve, I lived in the whirlwinds. This void possesses me. Face the disaster, Desire. Devotion burned in me like the red-ribboned fires of sunrise.