I’m It

Like the black gates of the galaxies, I accumulate catastrophe. Desire burns like devastation in me. Running into headlights and high winds, I witness the infinite. I want to be who you believe I am. I’m an invention of the wild, I’m an invention of desire. I pretend that I’m infallible. I shout to the burning sun: devour me, oh golden one. The knife has a radiance I cannot resist, I witness the infinite. Who am I to be unmade in your dark gaze? I’m a prisoner of my appetites, I’m a prisoner of desire. Running into night tides, I witness the infinite. Time of the wind, time for vanishing. In the bed of a basilisk, I witness the infinite. Dark theater of history, what a tragedy. God answered me and delivered me unto the disaster. You. In the golden shadows of noon, you made me a holy wound. Scorched earth beneath midsummer’s behemoth moons. Chasing Genesis at the cliff sides, I witness the infinite. Desire and death, treasure of the ages. Seize me, I’m sinking in dreams, I’m leaving Eden for freedom. Running into fields of fire, I have a faith in flames, I witness the infinite. Welcome apocalypse. In the golden gorge of morning, I’m a god at the end, in the monastery of your mouth, desire, I’m a god devouring again. A Goliath of locusts runs along the red roads. Bearing the debt of emptied Eden, head between your knees, screaming softly, oh, I witness the infinite, and I’m it. I’m it. I exist, I exist, I witness the infinite.