Wake the earth below
The sky above
and feel the dark of night
Holy ghost draped in gold thread
Night blooming mother of tides flaring red
Cosmos made churning
Churching our shivering
Taking our dreaming
from the blood of men
The morning sun will take my pain (take my pain)
and I will wake again (I’ll wake again)
I’ll recall rebirth
from the leper window.
From cracking bones stretching new,
from the chilling modern moon,
a concrete bloom bordello dancing,
seeping,
creeping toward my love
Take all my pain, I’ll live again…
Limp expressions preying, taking winter blessings
Season of my self imposing—rising, crushing
Riddles and markers and evils that bother
Reaping then reeling from chaos I’ve started
If you feel like mist that graciously draws edges silken, as bitter clouds burst in droplets – a burnt hand would warily seek their comforting warmth – to let you wash your shame in tears; luxuriously tonguing atonement&salt , then this is what I recommend to you.
DNM von Siebenthal
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