And on this day,
Below and beneath the holes.
I worm and breathe,
Across searing coals.
It burns in me.
this is the day,
I breathe and choke on smoke.
I writhe as ruins flow,
From the cup of God.
It burns in me.
Brighter, brighter, brighter!
On toward the sinister fires!
Past the strength of tired limbs,
Swollen and rigid with terror.
Sanctity.
Curse of thorns.
Heavy on her head
Weigh the barbs of cruel abuse.
So heavy the spell,
Of dissolution and death.
Black wings and broken charms,
I'll be with you in the earth.
Fire the world,
Clouds of ash and sparks.
From sacred masses,
Crawling back again.
Sanctity,
Curse of thorns.
Kingdom black,
Crawling back.
And on this day,
Below and beneath the holes.
Be with me now,
In the hissing coals.
This is the day,
I breathe and choke on smoke.
Further and deeper yet,
Into the searing cold.
It opens in me.
See them now.
The smoking stones,
Wreathed in scorching flame.
Unto bliss I am.
As my light is cast,
Against the stones.
To the end I am. |
