Passages

I survive the infinites of the night. A sorrow of shadows in my dark palms. The euphoria! of solitude! In the temple of cedars, I witnessed the birth of the universe in stillness. Entropy of the event horizon—the event is the flesh. Passages of Being. Lacrimosa, the mirrors are burning. The roses turn to obsidian. I must survive eternities of fire. Decadence in the Fiery districts of redlights, I witnessed a necrotic sunrise. Radiance in the aftermath of sacrifice. The starless heel of Hell waits on fibers, in the vertiginous fairgrounds of night. The disorder! of the gods! Ghosts gorging on bones. Condors abandoning their homes in pursuit of shadow food. Violence in the starless abyss.

In devotion I drown in dreams. You who was born as the winged gypsy gods of Babylon, bear me from the brutality of spring. The butcher waits in the wilderness for my offering. Silently, I witnessed. Monarchs devouring milkweeds. The Moon of Sanguinis. The burial of my dreams. This is the afterlife of desire. Insects drinking light in the noir evenings. The voracious void and the creation of its wasteland offspring. Terrors emerging from the recesses of Eden. What beast born in shadows seeks to fracture me?> A catastrophe of angels. The winged wage their wars on the flightless. Desire, remember that I am your orchid child, your fragmented daughter. I am what you seek after.