Interludes
Winter in California, I called your name into the light hills
Blade of language, I betrayed the revelations
Desire that shapeshifter in the mists
Yes I slipped between your fingertips
We were strange creatures in metamorphosis
Dreamless suburbs, you are lost once more
Madonna on the Moon, be born again in my womb
A divinity of high tides in the dreaming seas
Madonna of the altitudes, will you be astonished?
Sunlight surfacing in the crucible of concrete I breathe I break I recreate
Dreamless desire, is appetite a crime?
We made it divine in the winter light
What futility—nothingness mimicking being
What fragility—antinomies of barren Paradise
The God of the Doors with epiphanies from the wasteland earth
I was dynamite in the districts of the night
Dreamless desire, drive me into the burning mountains
Madonna in the metropolis, I slumbered in the abyss
To be divine is to name things—
Comets bearing newborn worlds
crossing through black seas, I was an Elsewhere being
surfacing from the clouds with memories of a descended dream
I can’t change what I am
Living on the edge of the light
This magnitude of silence
Seraphim hidden in the winds—
I heard the cadence of the angels
Madonna of the thunderheads, will you run from that?
Intermissions in midnight delirium
Will you walk from that light?
Will you remember what you survived?
Before the counterfeit sunrise
The reverend pronounced the end of the world
I stood in canyons of daylight
Receiving transfusions from the cold-blooded oceans
Will you walk from the light of counterfeit sunrise?
I saw symbols in the abyss, what wilderness
Your crystal eyes! like a field of starlight!
Hagiographers of the void resurrecting desire
Beyond the boundary, cedars of Lebanon
My self revealed in the sun’s golden shrouds
Revelation at the Altar: the Earth as Fairground
I was a wounded form of the old world
Laboratories of light on the glassed seas
First marvel at my invisibility
Then I demand you witness me
Prophet of cold-blooded oceans
I was catastrophe
Desire burned like resurrection in me
Metropolis of vertigo moons
LA Boulevards burned like Carthage ruins
The oracle lived amidst a cloister of souls
Endgames in fragmented Carthage
A slumber like death; in the nexus, I was resurrected
Madonna of the prophet moons
I was a golden tomb
Revelation in the fairgrounds
Upon the earth happened black gales
Madonna of the late apocalypses
Forgotten, I was chasing collapse
I buried my fear in the mantle of years
These were the patterns of annihilation
You had to die twice for appetite
Somewhere on the earth, life was happening
Hagiographer of the void
Today is not the day you go
From LA boulevards to the towers of Troy
It was the same cold-blooded moon
The awe! of language’s apocalypse
We were beings made of memories
Yes I went deep into the wreck age
Whirlwinds in my mind
Rest your praying gaze on the grave
This was a nightmare landscape
I saw starlings murmuring in their wild flights
Fingertips scraping the soft of my neck
I was an offering of the Flood
What beast slumbers in the blue hours of the morning?
Eyeless universe of darkness, I was its shell and carcass
I do not forgive and I do not forget
It was fire against my flesh
Dreamless desire, drive me into the light
We were beings made of memories
The splendor I had forgotten burning horizons
I am the savior I was waiting for
Vanishing on the chandelier of eves
That raving light ripped a new wound in me
I listened to the symphonies of wind from the fallen trees
And the fractured dark spoke back to me
A slumber like death; in the nexus, I was resurrected
