The Infinite

The infinite, the infinite. Fly-by-night, I vanish by the bidding of the wind. I live, I live. This affliction without end. Witness this wreckage. Who will save us from despair’s decadence? I live on the edge of a knife. I live on the edge of desire. One gaze into the stars ravine, and I choose to be condemned to suffering. Night birds are weaving in the wild winds. Snow lilies rising from winter’s sleeping soils. You whisper at my skin, and I live again. The infinite, the infinite! The black glades of the galaxies are salted with stars the night skies are catching fires and I am alive I am alive in this shoreless universe. The bondage! of melancholy! Fingernails scraping at my skin in narcotic nights. There are sirens swimming under the streetlights, calling me to deep delight. A great vacancy yawns inside me. My wounds are prospering. What homeland to arrive in your arms for a divine instant. It’s the breath of either an angel or a tempest that carries me to your bedside. Condemn me again.

Morning’s bright fires are burning me blind
How relentless the reckoning of flesh
Bless me again with an ecstatic death
In your arms I saw the flames of heaven 
Sweet disobedience, you linger at my lips
Devotion to the gods who ghosted us
The terror of this beckoning life! Chain me to sunrise
Eros, there are arrows across the darkness
How relentless the reckoning of flesh
Bless me again with an ecstatic death
Lead me out of Eden, I would follow your footfalls into inferno
We the scorched! Such small suns burning in my throat
Rapture at the roping horizons, rapture in the vermillion rivers of sunrise
Beggar in Paradise, morning’s bright fires are burning me blind
World of intoxication—desire, I am in your unbreakable reins
Wild thing in captivity, there is lightning living in my veins
When you linger at my lips, I go missing in oblivion by sunrise
I lived a life for this genesis, on the edge of desire, and I witnessed—