Mercy

I witnessed the starlings scattering beneath outraged stars, the apotheosis sun burning to obliteration. Suffering is the bargain of dreams. These are the charades of seasons. Our lives— on the cliffsides— I suffocated in summer’s hanging trees, my wants salting the maiden earth. Rapture! in your arms! I kneeled for mercy. Flight from desire, I stared into the sleeping eyes of deities. Why did I wander this world for so long? I witnessed the hangman’s throat at the end of a rope, the moon drowning in obsidian oceans after a journey of mourning. Speak the language of the abyss: Desire burned like devastation in me. Desire made me a wasting thing. This divine desperation— Reveler in the evenings, I kneeled for mercy. Our lives— on the cliffsides— It’s flight —flight!—I desired. I survived miracles. Sunset bleeding before me. Melancholia: gone into the mouth of the wolf, into the mouth of God. This terror! speeding towards me! I kneeled for mercy. Captivity—a sacred catastrophe. The universe’s birth in fire. Desire burned like creation in me. I kneeled for mercy.