In the beginning flight

In the beginning was desire
From the devouring throat of the woods to sodium chandelier streets
Like beggars in cemetery cities, I seek after the riches of desire
Melancholia in the nowhere metropolis  
Fractals on the vast waters I wander through urban wreckage
Blades of starlight running ragged across LA concrete canyons
Sunshine rolling onto Santa Monica shores
In the liminal kingdom of evenings, a thousand mirrors appear before me
I resign to my vanities before this fever of desire obliterates me
Heirs to suffering Eve we are the excavated daughters of eternity
Dominated by dreams, I waste away in sacred purgatory
This life is brutality—resist the tempests of Being
The ancient beasts of vespers, arising with the wild winds
Serpents of death ascend to sweetgrass meadow glens
And the bell towers of eternity ring again
In the beginning, darkness across the deeps
Chained to burning horizons, desire’s entropy beckons to me
One of many souls lost in storms from stranding seas
This life is burial— I resist the restless tempests of Being
Desire, the striker of spring midnights I survived
The infinite riches! and punishments! of the rising winds!
Madonna’s body of sorrows closing my wounds
In ghostly morning worlds the old gods are molting
The earth falls silent in the days after disasters
Desire this burning defiance—a salvation of flames
Despair with its daggers blades shining in dark rains
In the liminal kingdom of evenings, I hear the whisper of wings
The darkness deepens and I speak into rushing oblivion 
In the liminal kingdom of evenings, the underworlds of Orpheus are born
This thirst of fire: I burn to awakening in the ruins of a luminous dusk
Archive of the universe, desire! climbing to Heaven’s vines
Abide, being of light—the wild wind rises
In the beginning, flight
In the beginning was desire