The Acts

Before seven heavens, I rehearsed my death 
Seven springs rising in your irises 
Madonna of the Stalactites
Disappearing at the dais of daylight 
Annihilation by the Rival in the evening’s anthracite  
again and again, I fall for the bait of starvation
abandon your daughters to flame
desire burned like salvation in me
stupefied by that drug, yearning
desire made me a captivity
desire made me a fragility
these were the acts of salvation
starved in the fragile cradle of God
the newborn world upon on my windowsill
I was a fledgling on midnight cliffs
when I saw a spring rise in your abyss of eyes
Dark trees of Eden dark tears of Eden 
Arise, tempest! 
Arise, Madonna of the meteorites!
Destruction recurring in resurrection births 
Hagiography of ruin, you summon eternity
Buried in burning Babylon like the disembodied Madonna 
The Captives, we were yearling lambs sleepwalking to valleys of darkness
Farewell wanderer
Farewell the Bondage of Folly
bridegroom of the blood grounds 
your endowment was brimstone dusk 
rose hours of sunrise vivisecting me
yes I slumbered in flux
What a waste of wilderness: the spectacle of man 
You betrayed the carrion ages 
and summer is dust! 
Fracture and flesh
who will remember us?