This Wasteland Again

To crave and crave—
here I am without you in this wasteland again
stigmata on your hands, was it disaster if it was planned?
standing before the bright violence of a sunrise I survived
I endured another burning sunrise, learning the intoxication of sacrifice
this god of metamorphosis said: I AM, I AM devastation again
if there is to be annihilation then I will be its witness
As the fractured Earth rising from oblivion
you run me to wreckage but I am obsidian
storms rolling the worlds, chained by desire I am captive again
I witnessed your fragile wings in flight
you vanished! you vanished! from the raiment of skies 
reaching for revelation, I am fragmented by becoming again 
god makes angels and demons—you tasted the fruits of dark Paradise
Eden is a fragile peace, this becoming is a terrifying freedom: 
terrified of being alive, terrified of being divine 
fractured, you returned to the stillness of midnight
by desire this god of metamorphosis I am captured again 
this sweet vice like a knife at my fragile spine
stigmata on your hands, was it disaster if it was planned?
impossibly, I am witnessed in this wasteland again
you were a fragile miracle like an errant moon
vanishing again, beloved, why do you wander?
where are you rushing to?