Vespertine

Mesmeric nights, possess me god of metamorphosis. Void, the bridge of Being. In these vespertine eternities I die, I die. Noble rot, the moon is adorned with the blood of the born. Bear me and the rest of the shackled to the marbled mountains, to the kingdom of the winds. I dream of freedom. Icarus eclipsed, I hallucinate light. Being is void, void is being. Vespers in the eternal city. Dawn breaks the shadows. Siren songbirds drink the morning lights. Pain transfigures us, eternal voyager of Paradise. The spectacle — and the catastrophe— of creation! In the ruins of a lucent dusk, I wake, I wake, I wake. Despot Lord of sorrows, witness your seas of Gloriosa flame lilies, the burning bulbs blossom in bondage. Marshes of dark traffic, streetlights of silent lightning, witness my unraveling. This city of nightmares and dreams. Poison of nightshade. I am raptured on the road galaxies. She of the night blossom genesis, Eve eats!

Your soul is like mine, obsidian. I realized staggering voids. Desire burned like revelation in me. The storms of god are coming. Desire, I summoned you from the deeps, from the heaven tree of stars, to awaken me to being. Spare me, faultless stars. In the embers of summers, I remember the vespers — and still, I seek —