Fragmented

Abide dreamer perhaps there was no reason for any of it the stations of stars are laden with light and in the wreckage of evening I am fragmented but still dreaming. My memories return with the moonrise. In the beginning was desire. In the pews of trees, I witnessed the infinite. Time and genesis, it’s never enough, is it? The fear will linger forever. Dream and devastation, the saints are in chains. In the crucible of desire, I witnessed the infinite. And I was it. Cities of calamities. At the graveyard of dark gales, I am your wayward angel. Under siege by night winds, I wait for miracles. In the teeth of tempests, I witnessed the infinite—