Omens

I listen to the litany of the winds. All the worlds are rolling beyond me. Omens of a flood. I open my arms to embrace walking waves. Possess and face me, jeweled seas. All the worlds are rolling beyond me. God, behold your storms bounty. Below the cloak of clouds pouring sunlight, I roam your world throne like a lost monarch. I forgot who I was, I forgot who I am, and that fathomless darkness came back again. I greet the gallows of breaking days, an avalanche of shadows awakening at dawn. Desire, I am nailed to your ancient wings. Witness your blessed eternities. I am going to let grief destroy me. The blades of want— I dreamed away the years, I dreamed away the darkness. Iron in the carrion skies. Night rains falling like imitation knives with ravenous blades. Ravish me, shrieking fires of twilight. The reckoning! of Being and annihilation! I drink the milk of midsummer, witness the silver hilt of moonlight. The voyage of metamorphosis, in your eyes, I perish from desire. The rebels, the revels—I was willing to be your devil. Lead me to ecstasy. Chasing blessedness from desire, I had a vision of the universe in genesis at my fragile fingertips, then it vanished. Dark stage of the ages. This is the end. Desire, I wanted you at my neck again. The stars stream from black glades like drakes baptized by fire. My mind is a noise and a whirlwind. I need to be born again. You made me a wasteland. Drinking nightshade at your lips. I witnessed a devil in the wild winds and made a bargain for wings. The decades! My life is ending. I need to be born again. Collared by darkness like I was your daughter, desire. Time, time, desire, the vessel of life, I am your riven one. Command me in your arms to be gone. Gone into oblivion. I witnessed a devil in the wild winds. This infinite corridor, life. I think of the deadlines at midnight then I perish from desire before the raid of sunrise. Devotion to the divine tides. Bind me in the nights, endless depths of delight. Seasons of shadows. There’s a wound drowning in my throat that only you can close. Beloved, I have such vertigo below the ornament moons. Oh I am, I am, broken by my choices again, and the universe remains voiceless. Hungover in the thorns of Melrose, I breathe solely in the sweet eddies of evening. Why resist the shifting winds? Everything is fleeting. Now witness your blessed eternities. I am going to let grief destroy me.